Listening

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We have forgotten the age-old fact

that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions

Carl Jung

Believing in Mystery

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Every day we have moments when we get a glimpse into the deep beauty of the world. It may be as simple as a shared conversation, a glass of wine, a walk in nature.  However, sometimes we are so preoccupied that we do not have the time or the space to notice.

You know what the issue is with the world?

Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem

and [yet] everyone refuses to believe in magic

Lewis Carroll,  Alice in Wonderland

photo phil champion

Moving on

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The swallows are gathering in the evenings now, and look as if they are getting ready to depart. Their natural freedom lies within us,  not something outside that we need to attain or become. It is often our fears that prevent us from accessing it, and we choose to stay safe rather than risk the journey:

Look at the birds.

Even flying
is born
out of nothing.

The first sky
is inside you, my friend, open
at either end of day.

The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

Li Young Lee, One Heart

photo Takashi Hososhima

Sunday Quote: Wake up

tree light

Awake, my dear.

Be kind to your sleeping heart.

Take it out into the vast fields of light and let it breathe.

Hafiz

photo Mullaghrellan Woods Kilkea

Choosing

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We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid,

or we can let them soften us and make us kinder and more open to what scares us.

We always have this choice.

Pema Chodron

Not listening to our fears

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The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where to strike, where it hurts. It knows the vulnerable spot, and life does not, our friends and lovers do not, because seldom do they have the imagination equal to the task.

Anais Nin