Monday, October 3, 2022

Gratitude: October 3, 2022

1. Wildflowers at Ping Tom Park

One of my fave spots for a skyline jaunt along the river has been further enhanced with wildflowers.

 


#delightfulsundaystroll

Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet. ― Thích Nhất Hạnh


2. Morning listening: Arthur Rubinstein's rendition of Chopin's Nocturnes



#WistfulWandererVibes

3. The Layers

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, 
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes. 

Stanley Kunitz
 
 
4. cultivating compassion in meditation 

OMM: "Meditation practice isn’t about trying to throw ourselves away and become something better. It’s about befriending who we are already." ― Pema Chödrön

5.  Self-Awareness

Big and strong is my style.
#somedaysoon 

Note to self: 

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. -Rumi

6. Still missing you 
(Yes, you.)

7. Rilke helps.
Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting
still has a shape in the kingdom of transformation.
When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are
rarely the center
of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous
curve.