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Posted on March 26, 2021March 26, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Reflecting

A friend who’s been busy and productive, incredibly giving and productive, says she’s finding herself needing to rest. How wonderful, I respond. Perhaps because I was raised to stop and savor, rest and appreciation come easily for me. I’m trying to better bring that reservation of renewal into more visibility so today I find myself resting on a ball moving this way and that.

I read that a container ship, the Ever Given is stuck blocking the Suez Canal, an essential travel link. There’s something funny to me in the tragedy. Perhaps it’s the name as though first the pandemic, and now, this, says there’s a place to stop and recalibrate this world we share.

Ebi and Ginger have come to my son and his wife from a racetrack in Florida. They are rescue greyhounds,, rescued through the love, work, and care of volunteers. They’ve lived in separate crates, and now, though there are beds throughout the house, they share a bed, a home, and intertwined legs, and it’s only been a few weeks.

Posted on March 25, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

My Guidance for Today

When the basis for your actions is inner alignment with the present moment, your actions become empowered by the intelligence of Life itself.

– Eckhart Tolle

Posted on March 24, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Vision

I’ve been with the image of tacking on a sailboat, of “coming about”. A boat can’t sail directly into the wind so the skipper turns the boat one way and then the other by moving the sails, by bringing the boat about. Back and forth it goes to move forward, to reach a goal.

It feels like that right now to me as we’re moving forward with combating the virus, and yet it’s a back and forth. Meanwhile there’s tragedy with vigils to follow.

Yesterday a friend and I walked to Tennessee Valley beach. The colors were so vibrant, they hardly seemed real.

Last night when I finished reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s new book, Klara and the Sun, I was so affected I couldn’t sleep. This morning I watched this video to better understand the origin and how it was conceived.

I also realized I’ve been marking time, and now I’m setting goals. I’m going back into my third book to integrate it for myself, to claim more fully and clearly my intention with it. I got side-tracked with too much editorial advice. I want to make it wholly mine and perhaps that goes along with this book which intrigues in so many ways. It doesn’t answer every question, and yet, it does.

May this opening into spring bring clarity, vision, and renewed passion to us all.

Approaching the beach at Tennessee Valley

Posted on March 21, 2021March 21, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

It’s Spring!

The sun has officially announced that it’s spring thanks to our planet’s revolving and tilt on its axis. Though it’s spring, it’s 39 degrees here this morning and yet the birds are happily singing and looking for mates and places to build their nests. The shift is clear.

Yesterday I was on a Zoom call where the woman leading was alone in a beautiful landscape in Canada. She sat by a wood fire she kept feeding with sticks of wood. Wrapped in a parka, she was next to a snow-covered frozen lake that was lined with evergreen trees. I, and others, felt we smelled the smoke as it wafted up into the air, and I thought what is imagination and memory in our lives. I felt cold as though I, too, was in a frozen landscape. People mentioned hot chocolate and s’mores. I wondered what signals the smoke was sending, what message the logs were giving as they gave warmth and light and changed form.

I found myself with trees and space. I wondered how it was for the trees to watch a wood fire, and then, I wondered if that’s what we’re always doing as we see others and ourselves age. I shifted into a different landscape of transformation and change.

There was, and is, a oneness to the feel, trees, landscape, frozen lake, wood, snow, and sun that gives burning energy and warm assurance to our lives. Now, today, I look out on the sun-kissed sky as I welcome what this new day offers and brings.

Posted on March 19, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Maya Lin

I’ve been entranced with Maya Lin’s sensitivity and talent since I first learned of her when she, at the age of 21, designed the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington D.C.

If you’ve been there, you know how tears come as you’re touched by the strength, power, and honoring in her design.

Now, in reading about her redesign of the Neilson Library at Smith College, I learn this.

“I owe my existence to Smith,” she answered bluntly. “I owe them everything.”

She related the story of her mother, Julia Lin, who was attending college in Shanghai in May 1949 as Mao Zedong’s Communist army besieged the city. The day Mao’s forces marched into Shanghai, Julia received a scholarship to transfer to Smith in the fall — if she could get there. That August, with two $10 bills and her acceptance letter sewn inside a dress collar, her father had her smuggled out of the country on a fishing boat, even as bombs were falling overhead and pirates cruised the harbor looking to rob seaborne escapees. It took a month for her to finally make it through Nationalist Army lines, sail south to Hong Kong, and eventually arrive here in Northampton. But once on campus, Lin said, her mother thrived, graduating in 1951 and then going on to earn a Ph.D. in Chinese language and literature at the University of Washington. There she met and married a fellow Chinese refugee grad student. Both became professors at Ohio University.

The article in the NY Times is here:

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/03/17/arts/design/maya-lin-smith-college-daniel-wolf.html?smid=fb-nytimes&smtyp=cur&fbclid=IwAR3ZCG1O4EMSABBIqDTbXs67cI5JvpL4OvjUypUdIe9nybTLEtTWu7KKGGQ

Posted on March 19, 2021March 19, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Heartbreaking

Today I read more on the shootings in Atlanta, the deaths, the lives of those who were murdered. I don’t know how we begin to understand.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:

Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

May this be evident and true with all that’s happening now, a time of one bombardment after another.

Joanna Macy:

The life pouring through us, pumping our heart and breathing through our lungs, did not begin at our birth or conception. Like every particle in every atom and molecule of our bodies, it goes back through time to the first splitting and spinning of that stars.

Posted on March 19, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Honoring the Flame

The second vaccine hit me hard and I’ve spent the last two days in a foggy cocoon of sleep. Today I rise and read the news and am sickened. I don’t understand how Trump cannot be held responsible for these attacks on Asian people. The vaccine has now passed through and feeling well, I’m shocked and sickened at what he’s created for his own gain.

We’ve had a soft spring rain which also may have led to my spending so much time in bed as though I’m a plant still underground being tapped awake to rise.

I’m with some lovely quotes and words this morning.

Emily Dickinson:

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Thich Nhat Hanh:

When people ask me for my address, I tell them, “It’s the here and now.”

When the National Gallery opened in 1941 President Roosevelt gave the dedication speech. He said, “To accept this work today is to assert the purpose of the people of America — that the freedom of the human spirit and human mind which has produced the world’s great art … shall not be utterly destroyed.”

In Moon Tiger Penelope Lively wrote:

“We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: we carry a museum inside our heads, each day we commemorate peoples of whom we have never heard.”

Joseph Goldstein in The Evolution of Happiness:

“When we’re in harmony with ourselves, we give a wonderful gift to other people—the gift of trust.“

Posted on March 17, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Gratitude

When I again drove to the Civic Center for my second shot of the vaccine, tears of gratitude came just like last time. There are three check-ins staffed by happy volunteers. My flashing St. Patrick’s Day shamrocks added to the mood though I wasn’t the only one flashing green.

There was a slight delay as the vaccines were late and no one complained. Disneyland may have once been called the happiest place on earth, but I can tell you these vaccination sites outpace that by a zillion times.

Last time Adrian vaccinated me and today, David, a retired doctor.

I walked out and felt I was seeing differently, more expansively, gratefully. It’s quite an operation and a heart-lift of gratitude for the energy that brings us all together to save and protect as many of us as possible.

Posted on March 16, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Transition

Where I live we are moving into a loosening up as more people are vaccinated. When might we get together? How will that feel and be? We’ve been cocooned, and what is it now to open up and out and spread our wings? Trees are budding and flowers are blossoming. Spring is in the air. I’m reminded of Wind in the Willows when Mole smells the fresh air and goes to the river where he meets Rat, and they fool around in a boat and become friends.

I woke this morning thinking of the famous picture of the two people kissing at the end of World War II. There was a clear end. This is different, will be and has been a gradual opening and then closing, and of course, we’re hoping this opening will continue to expand.

Meanwhile it is for each of us to feel our way to how we step back into a wider world of personal touch and connection.

I’m with these words from the Gospel of Thomas.

If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.

May we all bring forth what is within us, honoring there.

Posted on March 14, 2021March 14, 2021 by Cathy Edgett

Pi and Pie Day

Michael Atkinson led sensory awareness yesterday on Zoom and I and others were deeply affected. I believe his intention was expansiveness and connecting with and extending what we might perceive of as boundaries. We began holding a blanket in one hand, two hands, hands extended palms up, and I felt how when my feet fully feel and connect with the ground, the blanket is light and connection is effortless. He spoke of movement as gesture, gesture for in and the world, gesture in and for ourselves. Play with it. I was up in the night playing with movement as gesture and what that does to head, mouth, ears, eyes, and my connection with a wider world. Perhaps you needed to be there, or perhaps not, but see what that one word – gesture does for you today as you celebrate an irrational number that goes on and on circling and enlivening our nights and days.