If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

Posts tagged ‘cycles’

Life Cycles

The Seven Of
Pentacles

Under a sky the
color of pea soup
she is looking at her work growing away there
actively,
thickly like grapevines or pole beans
as things grow in the real world,
slowly enough.
If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water,
if
you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food,
if the sun shines
and you pick off caterpillars,
if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs
and the bees,
then the plants flourish, but at their own internal
clock.
Connections are made slowly,
sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot tell always by looking what is
happening.
More than half the tree is spread out in the soil under your
feet.
Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet.
Fight
persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree.
Spread like the squash
plant that overruns the garden.
Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make
sugar.
Weave real connections,
create real nodes, build real houses.
Live a life you can endure: Make love
that is loving.
Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in,
a
thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us
interconnected with
rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.
Live as if you liked
yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing
in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for
every gardener knows that after the digging, after
the planting,
after the
long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
~ Marge Piercy
~
tnhgarden
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Night and Day

sunmoonWith days full of information and experiences I find myself going to bed earlier and sleeping deeper through the night. In the morning I’m rested and ready to begin again. I can also remember several dream segments more clearly.

Is this a way I am now processing? Have I been learning to do this all along? Were those restless nights trying to teach me something? And the days of being lost in dreams?

I have no real answers. Sigh. Just another phenomenon to observe in myself and how it connects to the world around me.

Life Cycle

What we call the beginning is often the end.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

The end is where we start from.   T.S. Eliot

 

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