Allowing

This morning I’m enchanted with eyes opening and closing, with the depth and texture in eyeball and eyelid, the meeting and departure – relationship. 

I’m with these words of Anne Lamott:

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Fog slides over the ridge like an eyelid

Each of Us a Journey

Last night I was outside enjoying the stars, the planet Jupiter, and the evening sky.  Then one shooting star and then another shot brightly and seemingly slowly by.  It was my father’s birthday.  Born in 1921, he would have been 101.  He passed away in 1969 when he was 47 and is still missed.

From Snow Leopard, Lama Govinda, The Way of the White Clouds:

Just as a white summer cloud, in harmony with heaven and earth freely floats in the blue sky from horizon to horizon following the breath of the atmosphere – in the same way the pilgrim abandons himself to the breath of the greater life that … leads him beyond the farthest horizons to an aim which is already present within him though yet hidden from his sight.  

Jupiter in the sky last night

Vision

As I’ve shared, in preparing my eyes for cataract surgery, I’ve moved from 60 years of wearing contact lenses to wearing glasses so my eyes can return to their natural, and not a controlled state.

I’m realizing the gift of this as I sometimes view myself, as perhaps many of us do, as “fixed”, forgetting the movement and change we always are.  The earth is not standing still, and neither are we.

In this change, I have more awareness of my eyes and my way of seeing.  I understand the visual cortex is in the back of my head, by the occiput.  Those with myopia as I have may focus more upward there, elongate, and so now I allow changes in my eyes, in my way of seeing, feeling, and being.

We also balance in that area, so as I change my ability to see and perceive, my interaction with depth perception, I, at times, feel disoriented, unbalanced, even discombobulated.  Who am I with all these changes?

This is an exploration, and as I say a gift.  I feel a return to when I went through chemotherapy, not as exhausting, painful, or demanding, but certainly it is awareness, observation, feeling the space within open and close, the bones in my head open and close, the connections all through me of oneness in this world we share.

I trust in the experience of each unfolding moment.

Lin Jensen, “Molting”: 

Awakening arises in times of vulnerability and awkwardness between, before, and after where prior identities are canceled and anything is possible and nothing certain.

Alan Watts:

In Zen, mountains are mountains at first but then everything must fall apart before mountains can be mountains again.

Autumn light at Tennessee Valley

Coming Together

David Whyte wrote the poem “Working Together” for Boeing to mark the introduction of the 777 jetliner.

When I read it today I am struck by his words: “The visible and invisible working together in a common cause to produce the miraculous”.   I think of the discovery of flight, of lift, of air flowing over a wing.

I also recognize it is a sacred time for Jewish people, a new year, a new moon.

When I was in the Everest region of Nepal, all religions were celebrated, all holidays. 

May we each allow some quiet today as we ingest the wings we share, the coming together and working together that allows us to land and fly in new ways of connection, being, and doing.

Working Together by David Whyte  

We shape our self

to fit this world

and by the world

are shaped again.

The visible

and the invisible

working together

in common cause,

to produce

the miraculous.

I am thinking of the way

the intangible air

passed at speed

round a shaped wing

easily

holds our weight.

So may we, in this life

trust

to those elements

we have yet to see

or imagine,

and look for the true

shape of our own self,

by forming it well

to the great

intangibles about us.

— David Whyte

from The House of Belonging

Centering

The sun is directly over the equator today.  I balance on a ball that invites me to put my arms out and twirl, centered in what answers and calls. 

View of the city from Sausalito yesterday morning

View enjoying breakfast in Sausalito yesterday

A neighbor’s home signs the way

So many choices to go one way and another

And there’s right here today

Fall Equinox

It’s a time of balance.

Pumpkins, gourds and winter squash shine vibrantly orange as we nourish on foods filled with vitamin A to refresh our eyes to see in the dark.

It’s a time to sink into the sensations of breathing, to notice more clearly the stimulating and calming movement of air in and out.  

The morning darkness invites us to light a candle and begin the day with a meditative ritual. I begin with this.

Exhale energy down the left side of the body; inhale up the right.  Do this three times.

Then exhale down the front and inhale up the back – again three times.

Next bring energy up the feet through the center radiating from the top of the head like a fountain and back down to the feet.  Do that as long as you wish.

You are your own playground.  

A Spindle of Vibrancy

I’m working with my eyes, resting them and expanding focus and peripheral vision.

In that, I feel the center of my being vibrate like a spindle twisting threads of my life into the unique being I am, one of many, many of one.  I round a carpet, a curving of time-space.  The world may once have been thought to be flat but anyone watching a ship sail off to sea would see the drop, the rounding, the curve.

I follow the curve, a ship following the horizon, the curving meet of earth and sky like the ball of my eye, the perception of being.

Jasmine flowers ripening to bloom, offer scent.

Imagination

My grandson and I share a love of the book Little Bear by Else Holmelund Minarik and Maurice Sendak.  My sons and I loved and love that book too but grandson has taken it a step further.  

In the book, Little Bear puts on a hat of his own creation and goes to the moon.  Since Grandson’s visit to the U.S.S. Hornet, he has decided he is an astronaut.  His tent has become a rocket ship with a control panel created with the help of his parents.   

Inspired by his vision and trust in what’s possible, I’ve decided to add a little more spark to my view of the world we share.  

Taking Off, Traveling, and Landing

All About Love

It’s fall. Leaves are turning and here where I am, we celebrate with rain.

The landscape wraps a moist tongue touch.

I’m watching Bell Hooks speak about her book All About Love. I honor her wisdom and clarity as she shares how to change the conversation personally and politically on the power, necessity, and value of gratitude, forgiveness, compassion, and Love.

Love is a combination of six values: Care, Commitment, Knowledge, Responsibility, Respect, and Trust.