Holding all in our heart

More thoughts prompted by recent weather events….

Yesterday all exterior talk was of storms and wind and damage. Interior talk was of loss and holding onto to what really has worth.

What if we allowed our hearts to keep opening, even in the face of storms and uncertainty, until our hearts were big enough to fit all experiences inside?

We could learn to stop when the sun goes down and when the sun comes up. We could learn to listen to the wind; we could learn to notice that it’s raining or snowing or hailing or calm. We could reconnect with the weather that is ourselves, and we could realize that it’s sad. The sadder it is, and the vaster it is, the more our heart opens. We can stop thinking that good practice is when it’s smooth and calm, and bad practice is when it’s rough and dark. If we can hold it all in our hearts, then we can make a proper cup of tea.

Pema Chödrön

It takes time to find the way

The storm passed over Ireland yesterday, blowing down trees, cutting power and diverting plans. How easy it is to be blown off course.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry

What pulls on your soul?

In Ireland, a once-in-a-lifetime storm is forecast to pass over today, with extreme winds and heavy rain. Schools and workplaces are closed.

What in your life is calling you

When all the noise is silenced,

The meetings adjourned….

The lists laid aside,

and the wild iris blooms

by itself in the dark forest

What still pulls on your soul?


Another Saturday Autumn poem

The leaves are falling, falling as from far, 
from wilting in the heavens’ distant gardens: 
They’re falling to deny the summer’s mirth. 

And in the nights the heavy Earth 
falls into solitude from star to star. 

We all are falling. See my hand: it is falling. 
And look at others: It’s in all their calling. 

And yet there’s One, who’s holding all this falling,  
with endless tenderness, in His upturned hands.

Rilke,  Autumn


Not holding on

Things are continually changing and change in ways that we do not expect. The human tendency is to fix ourselves and each moment into something expected and define it by how it has to be, rather than how it is evolving. The great adventure is to live each moment fully, as a gift which has arrived without us expecting it.

A person who has clarified their real state sees only

each thing,

each thing,

each thing,

and lets go of understanding an underlying nature for each thing.

Dogen, Uji

The preciousness of our lives.


To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support. Life and death are connected by vulnerability. The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives. Let’s not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life.

Henri Nouwen