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 ‘wholeness’

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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Through the Looking Glass

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.  William Makepeace Thackeray

Yesterday’s quote ended up centering on the word sense.  And so much more.

As I sat in the ophthalmologist’s waiting room full of older women, I felt a connection. There was my mother…and myself. How funny… after all those years struggling to not be her.

Who will I be today? Happy Solstice!

Beauty and Terror

Let everything happen to you

Beauty and terror

Just keep going

No feeling is final.

                      Rainer Maria Rilkevolcano

Not Any Other Day

Today isn’t any other day, you know.

                             Lewis Carroll

It’s Monday, and it sure feels like it.

What’s that mean?

I just learned that my Kodak easyshare account no longer exists, which means I can’t download the picture I took of this morning’s harvest…soon to be my lunch. A handful of green beans, a yellow squash, two carrots, and several leaves of Swiss chard. I’m making a veggie wrap.

Sounds good.

I’ve been at loose ends all morning.

Hmm.

Thank goodness work in the community youth garden begins on Wednesday.

It’s always nice to have something to look forward to.

And I can’t open my earthlink address book.

Oh my.

Ever since this computer’s been back from servicing, I’ve had to spend time getting re-aquainted.

Hmm.

I’m shutting this thing down soon, making lunch, then meeting a writing buddy.

Sounds good.

Why are you so chipper?

What do you mean?

It’s Monday and you’re not commiserating.

I figure you can get that kind of response just about anywhere. Wasn’t that cable guy in your backyard just sharing his frustration?

Well yeah…

I like to think I’m offering an alternative.

Whatever…

Making a Difference

The Starfish Story

adapted from The Star Thrower
by Loren Eiseley
(1907 – 1977)

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, so he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects and throwing them into the ocean.

He came closer still and called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”

The young man paused, looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”

“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”

As if he hadn’t heard, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he turned, smiled and said, “It made a difference to that one

English: Starfish in the Indian Ocean, near Mo...

English: Starfish in the Indian Ocean, near Mombasa, Kenya Русский: Нижняя стороны морской звезды. Видны ножки-присоски. Индийский океан, недалеко от Момбасы, Кения (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mother Nurture

mothernatureMicah 6:8

8 He has told you, O mortal, what is good;

and what does the Lord require of you

but to do justice, and to love kindness,

and to walk humbly with your God?

The Guest House

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

Listening for Lessons

A Teacher and her Writing Practice

Writing Is My Drink

slake your thirst; find your voice

EventsForChange

~ creative ideas for making a difference ~

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