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Sunday inspiration: Now I can see the Moon

photo by Jim Crotty

Barn’s burnt down,

now

I can see the Moon

–haiku by Mizuta Masahide, 17th century Samurai poet

The old structures are falling away.  The destruction is out of our control.  In astrology we call this “Pluto in Capricorn” – in the face of Pluto we feel helpless, unable to hold on as the forms and shapes which make up our life are burned away.

However, forced into the present moment – the now – we encounter new and unfamiliar gifts.  Unable to do battle against this virus, we can only work around it.  The jiu jitsu of using the energy of the opponent to enhance our own advantages.  In order to do this we must learn to live fully in the NOW – the space in which there is no past or future, but simply the present.  The Moon shines a light into the darkness and illuminates a pathway which we would not have otherwise seen, guiding us along the journey from the darkness into light.

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By |2020-06-28T08:15:38-04:00June 28th, 2020|Inspiration|3 Comments

Sunday Inspiration: The Peace of Wild Things

Photo by Matthew Paulson

We are in the eclipse time, the time when the Moon obscures the light of the Sun and the sky goes dark except for a ring of fire that will be visible only in a narrow band that runs through central and northeast Africa, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, northern India, and southern China including Taiwan.  These areas of the world may be more significantly affected by the eclipse in terms of seismic activity and eruptions of various kinds, including Covid-19. If you missed my article on the eclipse you can find it here.

Meanwhile, though, in the midst of chaos we can still find beauty and peace in the natural world.

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.

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By |2020-06-21T08:11:35-04:00June 21st, 2020|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday poetry to welcome the morning

In these days of Covid and retrogrades, many of the things which have brought us pleasure and hope in the past are no longer available to us. We are reduced to the small things, the things we have long ago stopped noticing in the haste to accomplish and do and be more than the day before.  The world may be opening back up, but the reality has not changed and our time in quarantine is likely not over.  If Covid is teaching us anything, it is that we must learn how to live within ourselves and be present in each moment.  The future is unknown, and the past is behind us and will not return. 


Welcome Morning

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.
[…]

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By |2020-06-14T08:52:59-04:00June 14th, 2020|Inspiration|2 Comments

Sunday poetry: When this is over

It appears that as a human society we have emerged into the fifth stage of Coronavirus: Acceptance. Denial is virtually impossible now, we no longer have the energy for anger, attempts at bargaining have failed.  Now there is nought to do but to accept our fate as Covid-19 changes the world under the influence of Pluto’s transformative power, and do what we can to facilitate positive changes in our own lives and the life of our communities. ❤️

When this is over, may we never again take for granted
A handshake with a stranger
Full shelves at the store
Conversations with neighbors
A crowded theater
Friday night out
The taste of communion
A routine checkup
The school rush each morning
Coffee with a friend
The stadium roaring
Each deep breath
A boring Tuesday
Life itself.

When this ends
may we find
that we have become
more like the people
we wanted to be
we were called to be
we hoped to be
and may we stay
that way — better
for each other
because of the worst.

Laura Kelly Fanucci

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By |2020-06-07T08:01:26-04:00June 7th, 2020|Inspiration|4 Comments

Sunday poetry: A brokenness out of which comes the unbroken

art by Belinda Paton

Venus, planet of beauty and equanimity, has been challenged by a square from Neptune for the past month or so.  This can lead to confusion and an attachment to illusion, but it can also signify the breaking away of ideas and patterns to which we have been holding on tightly.  As we continue to explore new ways of living in the age of Covid-19, with hearts breaking from what is lost, there are cracks in the picture of our lives through which light and new meaning can emerge. Thus, this beautiful poem. 

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond grief which leads to joy
and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.

~ Rashani

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By |2020-05-24T08:48:43-04:00May 24th, 2020|Inspiration|4 Comments