Running

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We are so engaged in doing things
to achieve purposes of outer value
that we forget the inner value,
the rapture that is associated with being alive
is what it is all about
James Campbell
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Our approach

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What you encounter, recognize or discover depends to a large degree on the quality of your approach. Many of the ancient cultures practiced careful rituals of approach. An encounter of depth and spirit was preceded by careful preparation. When we approach with reverence, great things decide to approach us. Our real life comes to the surface and its light awakens the concealed beauty in things. When we walk on the earth with reverence, beauty will decide to trust us. The rushed heart and arrogant mind lack the gentleness and patience to enter that embrace

John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

A new month: The greatest gift

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Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now.

William Stafford, You Reading this, Be Ready

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Take it up

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It is all around us, free, this wonderful life:

clear jingle of tire chains,

the laughter of ice that breaks under our boots.

Each hour’s a gift to those who take it up.

Ted Kooser, The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Fieldbook

Keeping space between

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When we watch football, we don’t watch it from the field. We are in the stands watching from a distance.

The players are running around but we are stable; there is a space between us and the game.

Similarly, at a concert, we watch the band from our seats. We do not take the stage. There is a distance between us and the performance. We are merely the watcher.

This is how we should watch our feelings – from a distance.

We should not slip down and cling to them

Ajahn Pramote, To See the Truth

Sunday Quote: the little things

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The little things?

The little moments?

They aren’t little

Jon Kabat Zinn