We are asked to live in companionship with patterns and dynamics that are either disappearing, have not fully emerged or can never be fully named;
patterns perhaps already changing into forms for which we have yet no language.
It might be liberating to think of human life as informed by losses and disappearances
as much as by gifted appearances,
allowing a more present participation and witness to the difficulty of living
David Whyte, The Poetic Narrative of our Times
The art of life is a constant adjustment to our surroundings
Okakura Kakuzo, 1862 – 1913, Japanese scholar and writer
photo Evelyn Simak
Body, like a mountain,
Heart, like the sea
Mind, like the sky.
Dogen
photo of portmarnock strand by bonners2
Out here it’s impossible to be lonely.
The land walking beside you is your oldest friend,
pleasantly silent, like already you’ve told the best stories
and each of you knows how much the other made up.
Naomi Shihab Nye, At the Seven Mile Ranch, Comstock, Texas
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.
There is no such thing as a charmed life, not for any of us, no matter where we live or how mindfully we attend to the tasks at hand. But there are charmed moments, all the time, in every life and in every day, if we are only awake enough to experience them when they come and wise enough to appreciate them.
Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day
Happy are those who know:
Behind all words, the Unsayable stands;
And from that source alone, the Infinite
crosses over to gladness,
and us — free of our bridges,
Built with the stone of distinctions;
So that always, within each delight,
We gaze at what is purely single and joined.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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