Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Monday, March 18, 2019
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
There is a God of solitude.
He covers me closely, like the air.
I study Him blindly, by touch.
Only His body is everywhere, elusive, impalpable.
So a little spring prays to the ocean,
so the beating heart prays to the heart of the universe,
so the little word prays to the great Logos,
so a dust speck prays to the earth,
so the earth prays to the cosmos,
so the one prays to the billion,
so human love prays to God’s love,
so always prays to never,
so the moment prays to eternity,
so the snowflake prays to winter,
so the frightened beast prays to the forest silence,
so uncertainty prays to beauty itself.
And all these prayers are heard.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Sunday, March 10, 2019
The rutted, suspension-killing, gravel road of a 'career' has ended. The way ahead is indeterminate.
That old switch was thrown, the very same one that got thrown decades ago when I could no longer stand the arc of life.
Of course it's scary, especially at this point. Scary - with a whiff of failure. Maybe not failure exactly, because I never wanted what the old road had to offer.
And anyway - once the switch is thrown - past success and failure don't matter any more. That's the beauty of the switch.
It's a one-way step-function. Irrevocable. It's "burn the ships when you make landfall" time.
And - none of this is complaint. I know how fortunate I am to be able to even think that there might be choices.
It's just what it is.
Friday, March 1, 2019
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
This poor tree is all alone, growing out of a
four foot square opening in the sidewalk,
surrounded by ugly concrete buildings in Harvard Square.
He has suckers growing from his trunk, a sure sign
of a tree under stress.
But - at least some office dwellers have foliage to look
at while he lives out the rest of his
He reminds me of this guy...
He reminds me of this guy...
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Saturday, February 23, 2019
I am the thought that lives in the light.
I live in everyone, and I delve into them all...
I move in every creature...
I am the invisible one in all beings...
I am the voice speaking softly...
I am the real voice... the voice from the invisible thought...
It is a mystery... I cry out in everyone...
I hid myself in everyone, and revealed myself
within them, and every mind seeking me longs
I am she who gradually brought forth
I am the image of the invisible spirit...
The mother, the light... the virgin... the
womb, and the voice...
I put breath in all beings..
Author Unknown - Nag Hammadi Scrolls
From "Why Religion?" by Elaine Pagels
(Thanks very much J. for the tip)
Friday, February 22, 2019
"The things you do not have to say make you rich. Saying things you do not have to say weakens your talk. Hearing things you do not need to hear dulls your hearing. And things you know before you hear them - those are you, those are why you are in the world."
~ William Stafford - Crossing Unmarked Snow ~