Let go

File:Sunrise in Newbury, 2005.jpg

Every morning
I surrender to being here
I let go into gravity

It takes practice
To give up habitual holding on, holding in, holding back
Every morning I open myself
And invite grace to have its way with me

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

photo joolz

Sunday Quote: Trust

File:Sea shore.jpg

Sometimes things happen that we do not understand and we wish were otherwise.  Rumi offers some solace: 

Give up to grace.

The ocean takes care of each wave until it gets to the shore

Rumi

photo CC-BY

Welcome to this world

File:Cherry blossom trees at side of Tafuse River 20160330.JPG

Another reflection on the calming effects of nature.

This famous haiku reflects on the letting go found under a tree when all things feel at home and we know that beauty is being born at every second.  At times like this we treat all moments and all people as friends

In the cherry blossom’s shade
there’s no such thing
as a stranger

Kobayashi Issa, 1763 – 1828

Why a walk in nature helps

tree light

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

David Wagoner, Lost

Sunday Quote: In the moment

File:Tour to the Quebrada de las Conchas.jpg

I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke, American poet, 1908 – 1963, The Waking

photo Jlla00

Asking for nothing

File:Dupont's Lark, Morocco 1 (crop).jpg

God, I said. What good is language?

part of me wondered, but I did not stop.

God I said, from deep inside of me.

Outside it was almost dawn:

the birds awake in all the trees, singing.

These were not the words I had grown up to say:

My mind quiet before the growing sounds.

The birds have opened all their throats once and then again and again:

God, each one singing, asking for nothing, inside my heart.

Nadia Colburn, Where the Light Enters

photo mike prince