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May 30, 2010

Squamward Bound!

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i am off to one of my most favorite places to see some of my favorite folks....please introduce yourself to me if you are going to be there! if you are still considering going to S.A.W., there is still time to sign up for the fall session. (ill be at that one too! )

"I would like to learn, or remember, how to live. I come to Hollins Pond not so much to learn how to live as, frankly, to forget about it. That is, I don't think I can learn from a wild animal how to live in particular...but I might learn something of mindlessness, something of the purity of living in the physical senses and the dignity of living without bias or motive." Annie Dillard


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May 20, 2010

the peace. . . .

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garden delight at dusk

at that moment i am unaware of anything else.
i do not hear, or see, or feel, anything but a mysterious beauty.

and like an addict, it's the one high i crave constantly.

i cannot wait to wake up and go out back to see what the garden gods have been up to.

and i get lost. for hours.
lost in every single solitary detail.
the textures,
the scents,
the sounds,
the colors,
the shapes,
the mystery...

and i never feel alone.
and i never feel afraid.
and i feel connected to my wild roots.
and i get a sense of peace that i can't seem to find anywhere else.


THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

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May 15, 2010

postcards. . .

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Belle, Buddha, Heart.

there are little messages all around you.

small hints to remind you that there is no way
in hell you could ever be alone, even if it feels that way...
and that you are being held by a thousand angels, all who know the
exact rhythm of your heartbeat and that you prefer lily of the valley.

it is no coincidence that she called you just then.
it is no coincidence the breeze kissed your cheek at that very moment.
it is no coincidence that you heard that song while driving today....

....and it is certainly no coincidence that this baby girl put her hand on
buddha's heart and looked straight into your eyes just as you were
needing some extra reassurance...

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May 12, 2010

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when the news hits,
it can feel like hope has packed it's bags and left without
even saying goodbye.
it can seem like hope has abandoned you,
or tricked you, or betrayed you...
it can appear like as if hope is a false fix, a lie, and
nothing but a set up for disappointment.

but hope is real.
and hope never leaves.

it just changes places.
and you have to look for it,
even if it seems to take awhile.

it may be found in a place you never imagined.


hope is worth finding.
hope is worth having.
hope does make a difference.
hope at the very least, will help you breathe a little easier...

hope really does float.

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