I was with my grandchild when his father called him “precious”. He asked me what the word meant, and I showed him with a hug, cuddle, and snuggle, but I’ve been with the meaning of the word ever since, with how precious life is, this inward and outward expansion and sharing of rhythm and breath.
This morning when I poured water over coffee grounds, I paused, stunned at capturing the moving swirl and complexity of absorption. Precious! And then there was the twirl in the mouth and the swallow down the throat.Again, awareness brewed and bloomed in reception and touch.
Today I sit grateful for my doctors and dentist who have their offices along the bay which may not be helpful with climate change, but for now offer a walk and a view to calm and support each visit.
ReflectingSerenity doubled in the momentarily still water of the bay By the shoreThe Mountain Watch
It’s a privilege to vote, even when the choices may not appear to be the best. We vote with compromise, recognizing no one candidate can possibly fulfill our own personal desires but we choose who comes closest, who is most representative of our personal and big picture desires and views.
Recently there have been some unpleasant incidents involving a few of the high school students in the community where I live. This has led to a great deal of discussion, some productive and some not.
On the side of kindness, some suggest that teenagers need a place to let off steam and we don’t have that here. Others point out that this group of youngsters has been, and is still going through major issues with the pandemic. Young people have fears around climate change, their financial future, and their ability to contribute to what is on rapid approach. They also have to process the bombardment of blatant lies and lack of ethics in some who lead the media stream.
How do we lead our children on an open and compassionate path?This is a day to reflect on just that.
Meister Eckhart:
And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.
Egrets gather to view and discuss What’s seen? Bell, leaf, cave, space, tree – all scene –
Yesterday I was at the Presidio in San Francisco. There’s now a way to cross over the road to the bay, and there’s a beautiful playground for children. There’s something for all!
Learning to walk out of thinking mind into flow mind or awareness mind is the ultimate medicine.
Jan Chozen Bays, “How to Break Free of the Inner Critic”
The Golden Gate Bridge, bay, and playground
Honoring and Blending the present and the past
Play StructureLook upLooking and climbing throughLooking down and under
Trees become bare as spider webs form revealing new lines intersecting, augmenting, and defining space.
Reflecting on this year, I realize four friends lost their husbands, and another lost his wife. They were in my age range so it brings impermanence even more deeply into awareness. The gift of breathing dips in and expands out. I’m gratefully herewith leaves changing as camellia and iris bloom.
Br. David Steindel-Rast:
In the continuous flow of blessing our heart finds meaning and rest.
This is a beautiful tribute to Mount Tamalpais and the past. I’ve ridden my bike up and down the railroad grade many times. I hadn’t realized the train track was even less wide. Enjoy!
I’ve been enjoying time with my three year old grandchild. Seeing through his eyes and imagination is stimulation, gratitude, and blessing.
As the political scene deepens, I’m with these words of Nelson Mandela.
It is never my custom to use words lightly. If twenty-seven years in prison have done anything to us, it was to use the silence of solitude to make us understand how precious words are and how real speech is in its impact on the way people live and die.
Yesterday we took the Sausalito ferry to “the city” for one of the birthday celebrations for our three year old grandson. Circus Bella was a treat, a generous creation and abundance of love and fun, offered by donation. Check it out:
I’ve been with the words of William Shatner and his experience venturing into space. He, too, like others, looked back at our planet with wonder. It’s such a precious jewel.
I’ve been meditating outside these days, inside, too, but this morning was outside wrapped in fog, with the hooting of an owl leading to caws of crows and the shriek of a hawk. Somebody scrambled up the redwood tree.
More and more I find myself settling into the wonders of this world of which I’m part and whole, form and non-form, life and death.
Chief Crowfoot:
What is life?It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
The Blue Angels flew over our house on Sunday – a trial run to see if they could do the show, but the fog closed in and the show was cancelled.. I didn’t have my camera when they flew over, so when I got it, I caught only this – enough!.The full moon Sunday night with Jupiter and her moons
We’ve lived here on a non county maintained road for 45 years. When we moved in, many of our neighbors had built their homes here at the end of World War II, and were the age of our parents. The land was sacred; the Coast Miwok had lived and thrived here, and now people who knew war and left it behind, came here to raise their children in the serenity of nature, connection, and peace.
Now, those people have passed on but in some cases, their children, now my age, retain their childhood home. Last night the neighborhood block party was continued by a son and his wife, and yet the spirits of the parents were there in the generosity of hosting. The set-up was the same, the food, and many of the people, though now older. Where before there were children running around, including ours, now there were only two, though the neighborhood is changing and there are children around.
This seemed a gathering of the elderly though our spirits are young. Maturing gives wisdom and the focus of much of the conversation was on gratitude, gratitude for life and health, for what continues whether we are physically here or not.
One woman spoke of how she and her sister cared for their mother in her home until her death. She didn’t want Hospice so they administered morphine which was frightening because if they spilled it, their mother would be in pain. Her mother requested they wash and prepare her body. The woman said how hard it was and yet she was grateful too.
I haven’t had that experience, and wouldn’t choose to have my children wash my body but I respect the reverence in it, the way of saying goodbye to what the spirit no longer needs and leaves behind.
Several people talked about their chickens. I didn’t know that hens lay eggs in accordance with the light, and for only 18 months to two years. In the spring, more roosters hatch than hens, and that reverses in the fall. There must be a reason for that though I don’t know it.If you want eggs, you want more hens than roosters, though I learned roosters also fill the soup pot. The chicken we buy in the store is young, eight weeks or so, to keep it tender.
We spoke of how we love living here. For many their children live far away now and so the parents “think” they should move, but the land holds us here.Our roots twine with the hills and critters, and oak, redwood, and bay trees.
We walked home, each carrying a goodie bag, put together by the hosts. It was all so sweet, and I felt then and I feel now, I’ve been to, and still am, in the reverence of gathering we call church, temple, tepee, tent, flower, tree, mosque.
The fog is in, which may affect today’s flight of the Blue Angels. Tomorrow is Indigenous People’s Day. We honor the past with presence and awareness of integrating change.
Mingyur Rinpoche: Compassion is the spontaneous wisdom of the heart.
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