Thursday, December 5, 2013
Sweet Atlintown
As the days get darker, and the sensitive ones commit to feeling even more deeply for those who cannot, images of Atlin bring deep peace.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Thanks Jules
You do not have to choose the bruised peach
or misshapen pepper others pass over.
You don't have to bury
your grandmother's keys underneath
her camellia bush as the will states.
You don't need to write a poem about
your grandfather coughing up his lung
into that plastic tube—the machine's wheezing
almost masking the kvetching sisters
in their Brooklyn kitchen.
You can let the crows amaze your son
without your translation of their cries.
You can lie so long under this
summer shower your imprint
will be left when you rise.
You can be stupid and simple as a heifer.
Cook plum and apple turnovers in the nude.
Revel in the flight of birds without
dreaming of flight. Remember the taste of
raw dough in your mouth as you edged a pie.
Feel the skin on things vibrate. Attune
yourself. Close your eyes. Hum.
Each beat of the world's pulse demands
only that you feel it. No thoughts.
Just the single syllable: Yes ...
See the homeless woman following
the tunings of a dead composer?
She closes her eyes and sways
with the subways. Follow her down,
inside, where the singing resides.
or misshapen pepper others pass over.
You don't have to bury
your grandmother's keys underneath
her camellia bush as the will states.
You don't need to write a poem about
your grandfather coughing up his lung
into that plastic tube—the machine's wheezing
almost masking the kvetching sisters
in their Brooklyn kitchen.
You can let the crows amaze your son
without your translation of their cries.
You can lie so long under this
summer shower your imprint
will be left when you rise.
You can be stupid and simple as a heifer.
Cook plum and apple turnovers in the nude.
Revel in the flight of birds without
dreaming of flight. Remember the taste of
raw dough in your mouth as you edged a pie.
Feel the skin on things vibrate. Attune
yourself. Close your eyes. Hum.
Each beat of the world's pulse demands
only that you feel it. No thoughts.
Just the single syllable: Yes ...
See the homeless woman following
the tunings of a dead composer?
She closes her eyes and sways
with the subways. Follow her down,
inside, where the singing resides.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Anne Cameron's Wisdom
"She
told me about the Creator not a man and not a woman but both, it
doesn't matter; and there is no name other than the Creator, the voice
which must be obeyed - a good force, a good spirit, a good soul. The
Creator made everything there is in this world and all other ones, made
the birds and fish, the animals and the trees, the rocks, the flowers
and us and made it all with love. And when everything
was done and everything was made the Creator smiled. The Creator knew
that nobody who'd ever be alive would know everything or have all the
answers but everybody would have questions, so the Creator took a little
bit of the best of everything and Creator made a rich river and that
river is in you and in me and it's in that cedar tree and in that rock
and it's in every grain of sand on this beach. A river of copper because
copper is sacred, comes in five colors, that's one more color than
magic. And all the holy people all the sacred people all the special
people who have gifts are part of this river - the poets and the
dancers, the healers, the painters, the storytellers and drummers and
everyone who walks and talks and breathes in courage and in faith. And
if you have love and faith and courage and trust and aren't afraid, you
can find that river and go to it and drink truth from it and find some
answers for yourself" Anne Cameron
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Thanks Janet
Reaching Out
by Henri Nouwen
The
difficult road is the road of conversion, the conversion from loneliness
into solitude. Instead of running away from our loneliness and trying
to forget or deny it, we have to protect it and turn it into a fruitful
solitude. To live a spiritual life, we must first find the courage to
enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and
persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. This requires not only
courage, but also a strong faith. As hard as it is to believe that the
dry, desolate desert can yield endless varieties of flowers, it is
equally hard to imagine that our loneliness is hiding unknown beauty.
The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of
any spiritual life because it is the movement from the restless senses
to the restful spirit, from the outward-reaching cravings to the
inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless
play. .
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Cousin Devra
She left one week ago last Tuesday and returned on Thursday
after a determined (and successful) effort to bring attention to the
medical mistreatment and case of the imprisoned human rights hero Zhu
Yufu. For those who haven't read it, see:
Her article about the trip appeared in Friday's Wall Street Journal at:
Finally, here is the most telling report on the impact of the trip, written by China Aid founder Bob Fu:
Devra's mission
has accomplished more than anyone hoped it would and its positive
effects continue to grow. Even though all wished that the Chinese
government would have allowed her to visit Zhu Yufu, her visit opened
the door to the entry into the case of a distinguished Chinese attorney
ready to use all of his skills and standing to publicly battle
for Zhu's release. It has also given spirit to Zhu's family, who have
left me many long messages with "Thank Devra" comments. It has also
meant very, very much to many many other Chinese prisoners of conscience and their families. To date, millions of
people in China and elsewhere are aware of what Devra did. The
Chinese microblog Weibo and VOA,RFA as well as similar radio programs
from France and Germany have covered her conduct in China.
Chen Guangcheng and his wife told me on Wednesday
that they have followed what Devra did very closely with thankfulness.
The overseas Chinese dissident community has been greatly encouraged
too. Finally, the visit has brought further attention in Washington to the need for greater US support of Internet firewall circumvention systems, so that hundreds of millions of people in China (and Iran, Vietnam, Syria, Cuba, North Korea and other closed societies) can freely and safely receive information that their regimes seek to isolate them from.
Devra's visit
has become a great gift to many now seeking political, cultural and
religious freedom in China -- it has taught them that they are not alone
and has helped break the powerful lie told to them that their struggles
count for nothing and go unnoticed.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thank You Pema
“... We cannot be present and run our storylines at
the same time. Impermanence is vivid in the present moment as are
compassion, wonder, courage, and fear, Anyone who stands on the edge of
the unknown, fully in the present, without reference point, experiences
groundlessness. That's when our understanding goes deeper, when we find
that the present moment is a pretty vulnerable place and that this can
be completely unnerving and completely tender at the same time ...”
Pema Chodron
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