What little things do you notice today?
Posts tagged ‘mindfulness’
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet. Thich Nhat Hanh
With every step…
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.
- How to Raise Your Spirits: Take a Favorite Writer to Bed with You. (juliejordanscott.typepad.com)
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are. Joseph Campbell
I started this project with a quote from Parker Palmer…
Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am.
And that seems to be what I am doing…
Yesterday I spent several hours cleaning the little cottage in my brother’s backyard before he rents it to a quiet single young man. This little cottage is located in what was once our family’s backyard. We called the “cottage” a guest house then. My grandfather lived in it for a short time, my musician brothers held band rehearsals in it at different times, and it served as a storage unit for me after I moved home from Mississippi. My father was the first to rent it out…to a guy with a messy parrot. Lots of history here.
Needless to say it’s a mess.
But several weeks back I helped my best friend clean her new science classroom. The former occupant was not nearly as neat or organized as Cathy, so I became the recipient of a crash course in being neat and organized just trying to keep up with her.
It’s what I now bring to the guest house/cottage.
And do I need to state the obvious? It’s being rented to a quiet single young man. Ten and 1/2 years ago my only child, a quiet single young man, took his life. I guess I’m just still trying to mother.
- Who I Am (itstartedwithaquote.wordpress.com)
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.
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
To recognize one’s own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence. ― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose
How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually.― Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor
Any great art work … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world – the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air. ― Leonard Bernstein
We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis. LeeAnn Taylor
This was on my Facebook this morning…and so worth sharing.