See your own strength

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Oh soul, you worry too much.

You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?

You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Rumi
photo Virginia state parks staff

A Saturday morning walk along country lanes in Ireland

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This is the first, the wildest, and the wisest thing I know:

that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

Mary Oliver, Primroses

I thrive on long walks where I find myself slowing down to the rhythm of my own possibilities. That is my speed. There I find my breathing. I used to live in Thailand where the word for breathing, hai jai, is translated as ‘give your heart.’ This used to remind me that to breathe, and to simply be aware of that breath, is to give to your heart.

Jenny Kane, On Being Blog

photo : pokrojac

The wonder of this day

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All that is eternal in me
Welcomes the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shells of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

John O’Donohue, Morning Prayer

Small things

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Whenever I stopped long enough to reflect on such questions as “Why am I here?” and “What is my purpose?” the answer seemed pretty clear. I actually found it long ago in some lines by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, words I’ve quoted often because they’ve served me so well as a kind of north star, timeless wisdom by which to navigate:

“Ours is not the task

of fixing the whole world at once

but of stretching out to mend

the part of the world that is within our reach”

Katrina Kenison, Mending the world