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

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Mindfulness

Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.    Thich Nhat Hanh

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With every step…

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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.

Listening to My Life

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.  Joseph Campbell

Day 9…

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.

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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

Transcending

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

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light. ― Hafizsky1

My Own Back Yard

This was on my Facebook this morning…and so worth sharing.

Other People Have Other Plans

Other people have other plans. I, the oldest child and only daughter, would say this to my mom when I was quite young. Was I trying to claim myself? Was I telling her I didn’t care how others did it? I don’t know. Our relationship was a constant struggle.

But I wonder now if it was my own personal koan, advice for myself to take me through life. The words to allow others’ their own path as I listen for my own. Telling me of ego, or spirit, or energy. Mine and everyone else’s.

I am a child of God. And so is everyone is, Laura.

In last night’s book club discussion of The Poisonwood Bible I read the quote from Leah, one of four daughters of a zealous missionary who took his family to the Congo. She said…

Watching my father, I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room.

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

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slake your thirst; find your voice

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