On the day of the Summer Solstice and the longest day of the year…
If we ever reach the point where we think we thoroughly understand who we are,
and where we come from,
we will have failed
Carl Sagan, 1934 – 1996 U.S. Astronomer and Cosmologist
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A day for letting go of ideas
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened.
Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Rumi
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A wise not-understanding
Why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own world, from the vastness of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are a participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
The intersection of two worlds
It is so easy to miss the tiny symbols. Finding them is quite different from the business of trying to hatch up big symbolic experiences. It is recognition, not pursuit, of meaning — recognition of the sacramental, of the intersection of the two worlds, breaking through unsought because one is attending.
Helen Luke, Jungian Therapist, Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On
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Sunday Quote: Still Water
On the 150th anniversary of his birth:
We can make our minds so like still water
that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images,
and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life, because of our quiet.
W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight, Faerie and Folklore
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Early morning walk
I am thinking, or trying to think, about all the imponderables for which we have
no answers, yet endless interest all the range of our lives,
and it’s good for the head no doubt
to undertake such meditation;
Mystery, after all, is God’s other name, and deserves our considerations surely.
But, but – excuse me now, please;
it’s morning, heavenly bright,
and my irrepressible heart begs me to hurry on into the next exquisite moment.
Mary Oliver, Trying to Be Thoughtful in the First Brights of Dawn
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