Imperfection is not our personal problem
– it is a natural part of existing.
Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance
photo wingchi poon
Imperfection is not our personal problem
– it is a natural part of existing.
Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance
photo wingchi poon

That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning.
“Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?”
Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
photo of Bantry bay, philip Halling
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In all things in nature
there is something
of the marvellous
Aristotle
photo wing-chi poon
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Prompted by seeing a beautiful (almost) full moon in the clear Kildare sky last evening:
At night, deep in the mountains
I sit in meditation
The affairs of men never reach here
Everything is quiet and empty
The incense has been swallowed up
by the endless night;
My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep, I walk into the woods;
Suddenly, above the highest peak,
the full moon appears.
Ryokan, Zen Buddhist monk, 1758 – 1831
photo Andrew Choy
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In my own life, as winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the stranger’s act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again.
Parker Palmer, Let your Life Speak
photo fluous