Today was a different type of silent Sunday spent with our brand new grandaughter. Holding her today I was especially aware of our interconnectedness. And aware that tending the wellspring of life is working with the substance from which we all come. I am deeply grateful for the continuing awarenesses with the well tending.
Holding the Earth Body
in our hearts
in our hands
Decomposition
cracks
her soil and soul
Beautiful
Meditating this morning, sitting in the silence of a newly fallen blanket of snow. How can there be such complete silence and simultaneously such noise in the world? I can feel the chaos, I can feel the damage being done, the fear radiating out around us. And yet, here, in our forest, the newly babbling water of our little river is the only sound.
Following the guidance in my daily meditation book by Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening, I breathe in and tighten my grasp on two stones – one a crystal given to me by a friend after my Mom recently passed, a stone for transformation; the other, a pebble from our river, green and black, that has for years now represented my “future self”, the self I aspire to be, from a silent retreat with Tara Brach. I breathe out and open my palms and my…
Dear Elizabeth,
Thank you for the beautiful multi-layered gift here you write, and share. The colors of the cloth, the stone and crystal, and your description to me of what is community. Music, dance. Beauty. Mozart! I am singing in the Asheville Symphony Chorus and we are performing Mozart's Requiem in April. How all things connect in beautiful ways. I love your question: " How can there be such complete silence and simultaneously such noise in the world?" The question is a gift. As I read your reading I was already thinking of others I'd like to share your words with....this is the tapestry of our lives and seems to me how we nourish, feed each other, assure and reassure each other of the Truth of Love.
Bless you, and the passing of your Mother....this is very much in the heart of wave of gratitude I feel this night as I read you. Gratitude and such abiding confidence in the fabric that we are weaving, culitvating with strnegth and courage. Thank you, dear Well Keeper.
Today the air is crisp and overflowing with the light of Springtime. As I stood still between the trees, I asked them how it feels to have buds patiently waiting for their unique moment to burst into being.
Breathe...
Wait...
Let the wind move your Soul
from one act of wonder to the next.
Beautiful to see you, Annette!! And hear your words and feelings.
Dear Megan💛
Thanks for being there in connectedness.
The grandmother with her
newborn granddaughter in her arms.
With her heart open; welcoming the new life.
What a profound act of vulnerability and strength.
Kaja