Rain pounds down and enclosed, I repeat my journey through words that inspire me.
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you are bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralysed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
Be still like a mountain, flow like a river”
~ Lao Tze
At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
– Annie Dillard
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
– John Updike