Sunday inspiration: On being alive

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.”

Life is a miracle, and being aware of simply this can already make us very happy.

Birth is okay and death is okay, if we know that they are only concepts in our mind. Reality transcends both birth and death.

Everyday we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child – our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

Thich Nhat Khan, Living Buddha, Living Christ

The Pisces Full Moon that we just emerged from featured a confluence of the Virgo/Capricorn earthy connection to the physical world, while the Pisces Full Moon and the square from Jupiter (expansion) to Neptune (transcendence), the traditional and modern rulers of Pisces, inspired a more ascended impulse and an opening of our spiritual centers.  Finding balance between these two polarities can be a challenge, but this writing from Thich Nhat Khan so brilliantly describes how we can bridge those polarities to emerge fully integrated into a deep experience of the joy of living in a body while simultaneously reaching […]

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By |2019-09-14T19:09:29-04:00September 15th, 2019|Inspiration|0 Comments

Sunday poetry: The Way Under the Way

The Way Under the Way

For all that has been written,
for all that has been read, we
are led to this instant where one
of us will speak and one of us will
listen, as if no one has ever placed
an oar into that water.

It doesn’t matter how we come
to this. We may jump to it or be
worn to it. Because of great pain.
Or a sudden raw feeling that this
is all very real. It may happen in a
parking lot when we break the eggs
in the rain. Or watching each other
in our grief.

But here we will come. With very
little left in the way.

When we meet like this, I may not
have the words, so let me say it now:
Nothing compares to the sensation
of being alive in the company of
another. It is God breathing on
the embers of our soul.

Stripped of causes and plans
and things to strive for,
I have discovered everything
I could need or ask for
is right here—
in flawed abundance.

We cannot eliminate hunger,
but we can feed each other.
We cannot eliminate loneliness,
but we can hold each other.
We cannot eliminate pain,
but we can live a life
of compassion.

we are small living things
awakened in the stream,
not gods who carve out rivers.

Like human fish,
we are asked to experience
meaning in the life that moves
through the gill of our heart.

There is nothing to do
and nowhere to go.
Accepting this,
we can do everything
and go anywhere.

Mark Nepo

We are still in Virgo Season, nestling into the small details of our lives and our spiritual journey.  The natural world beckons to […]

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By |2019-09-08T08:39:41-04:00September 8th, 2019|Inspiration|3 Comments

Sunday inspiration: Metabolizing the experience

from Matt Licata

Photography by Peggy Roth Major

Just as we must properly digest the food we eat to absorb its nutrients, we must also metabolize our experience, as it enters by way of our senses, nervous systems, hearts, and psyches.

Each time we have a conversation, feel a wave of melancholy or joy, dialogue with a friend, cook a meal, spend time in nature. Each time we open to this world, allow another to matter, bear witness to a sunset or a flower, or to the miracle of breath within us, a portal is unlocked.

But to what degree are we truly participating in our experience?

Where it is not just another unconsciously recorded event, by way of autopilot, but one tended to in and embodied and ensouled way? Where we touch it with the outrageousness of consciousness, and are touched by it in return?

Just because we “have” an experience does not mean it is properly assimilated. If our rage, grief, disappointment, and joy remain partly processed, we become leaky and unable to access the fuel required for a life of intimacy, connection, and flow.

If we do not properly chew and digest the food that we eat, we are not able to mine the energy our bodies need to function optimally. Without embodied experience our souls remain unnourished and we find ourselves missing life.

While the longing for transformation is noble, if we are not careful it can serve to reinforce circuitries of self-abandonment and unconscious psychic materialism. One of the shadow sides of seeking and the (seemingly) endless project of self-improvement is that we never slow down enough to digest what we have already been given, which is often much […]

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By |2019-08-18T07:42:00-04:00August 18th, 2019|Inspiration|3 Comments

Sunday inspiration: Earth, teach me


I scheduled this to post before hearing about the two mass shootings.  I am filled with sadness this morning at the continued meaningless loss of life, and I find myself unable to see a way to make sense of what is happening now.  Certainly we need to step up and act to protect and defend our communities against this kind of violence, but we also need to find the peace and soulful quality of life that will enable us to go on.  So I decided to keep this post rather than write something about the shootings. 

Earth teach me stillness
As the grasses are stilled with light.

Earth teach me suffering
As old stones suffer with memory.

Earth teach me humility
As blossoms are humble with beginning.

Earth teach me caring
As the mother who secures her young.

Earth teach me courage
As the tree which stands all alone.

Earth teach me limitation
As the ant who crawls on the ground.

Earth teach me freedom
As the eagle who soars in the sky.

Earth teach me resignation
As the leaves which die in the fall.

Earth teach me regeneration
As the seed which rises in spring.

Earth teach me to forget myself
As melted snow forgets its life.

Earth teach me to remember kindness
As dry fields weep with rain.

–Nancy Wood

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By |2019-08-04T08:55:07-04:00August 4th, 2019|Inspiration|2 Comments

Sunday inspiration: It’s not too late

Smell of thunderstorm by Anton Petrus on

Art by Anton Petrus

It’s not too late… the angel said.
Even though the world’s a mess…
Even though you’re not as young…
Even though you’ve made mistakes and have been afraid
It’s not too late…
And then I saw the world through the angels’ eyes…
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me…
That it’s not too late.

~ Ron Atchison


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By |2019-07-27T07:42:49-04:00July 28th, 2019|Inspiration|4 Comments