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 ‘listening’

Wisdom

                       Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.   Jimi Hendrix

darkness

Can you hear it?

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With Two Voices

How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.  Paul Simon

I just texted my friends on the street corner. They are protesting the painting over of their street art. Power to the people. Does that mean I want their art? I don’t know…I want to hear their voices! I want to hear mine with theirs!

Later today I will write with a young woman who wants to be a writer, but isn’t writing. We will write timed writings together. The topics from Natalie Goldberg: 1. I’m looking at…and 2. I’m thinking of… I want to hear her writings. I want to hear mine with hers.

Life as Story

The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?

Doesn’t that make life a story?   Yann Martel, Life of Pi

1. Listening to the poetry of a writer friend

2. Catching up with another friend over Indian food

3. Reading The Night Strangers by Chris Bohjalian

4. Discussing the weather while waiting in line at the grocery story

5. Watching two children interact at the library

6. Answering a text on my cell phone

7. Reading and writing blogs

8. Writing morning pages and evening reflections

9. Listening to the thoughts in my head as I walk in the park

10. Listening to a song on the radio

Unfolding

I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.   Rainer Maria Rilke

Day 8…

This feels like a really scary quote, but today I write with Lynda, the buddy I’ve written with the longest. And I want to take advantage of her support.

Because support is what I need now. This project is taking me into thoughts and feelings I did not see coming. Yesterday as I listened for a sweeter focus to my day, I realized the “editor” has had an awful lot of control over my brainstorming sessions.

Aw, get a grip. Quit your whining. 

Calm down sweetie. What’s wrong?

I’m sad. And a little bit scared.

About what?

Things in my life I have no control over. The grief I continue to carry.

Like I said, get a grip. You’re just not that special.

Those are certainly things we do feel sad and scared about.

How do I get rid of these feelings?

Feelings are feelings. Sit still. Breathe. Let’s try a ten minute meditation.

That editor is not going to go away, is he?

Probably not. But maybe he doesn’t need to always talk in boldface.

Miss Communication

Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn’t listening.  Emma Thompson

Yesterday’s quote (In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.) was a real ride.

First of all I was very aware of being alone. C’mon creativity, I began thinking, don’t hesitate to step in here.

I finished reading The Storyteller by Jodi Picoult with a zillion thoughts racing through my head. Sit still, Laura. You need some grounding.

I picked up another book and knew immediately there were too many words. I wanted something different.

I roasted green beans and steamed carrots harvested from the backyard, then planted the gardenia a friend rooted for me a month ago.

I went to the bookstore and grocery and bought only unlined notecards and bananas.

I walked around Michael’s for nearly an hour, picking up one thing and then another. I bought nothing. But when I got home I cut my new notecards into tiny squares and  filled a dozen with zentangles.

Open to creativity. That’s what you were, girl !

I know. Should I worry about what I might experience with the quote I picked for today?

Nah. I’ll be right here if you need me.muse

Sit, Walk, Write

The name of Natalie Goldberg‘s writing workshops. I’ve participated in two of these powerful retreats and I continue the practice of walking meditation and writing meditation. Sitting for me is harder.

Why?

I’m not sure. I just don’t make time for it.

But you make time for the walking and writing. What’s the difference?

Fear, perhaps? I write and discover new insights; I walk and solve conundrums. But for some reason I resist sitting still. Maybe it’s about my expectations.

So why are we talking about it?

Because I’m ready to push through the resistance? Because I want to feel something beyond the busy-ness of the world around me?

That makes sense.

I’m signing off now…I’m going  need to go sit.

We carry about us the burden of what thousands of people have said and the memories of all our misfortunes. To abandon all that is to be alone, and the mind that is alone is not only innocent but young — not in time or age, but young, innocent, alive at whatever age — and only such a mind can see that which is truth and that which is not measurable by words. ― Jiddu Krishnamurti

Reflections

I attended a meeting last night seeking community input as the search for a new school superintendent begins.  Although I retired twelve years ago, I now work with beginning teachers, many of whom are employed in this parish’s system.

There were about 35 people present, some I’ve known from public meetings like this twenty years ago. Why was I there, I kept asking myself in this morning’s journal pages. What did I learn?

I am using Alan Cohen’s words for further reflection…

Every choice before you represents the universe inviting you to remember who you are and what you want.

Life’s gift to you is your unique vantage point. Your gift to life is expressing from it.

Heaven is gained or lost not by dramatic deeds, but by the simple of acts of daily living.

Fantasy is often closer to reality than what most people accept as reality.

Let out a little more string on your kite.

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