Thursday, December 27, 2012
I love this "in-between" week. It's like a reprieve before the New Year kicks in. I look back at the past twelve months; for understanding, for review, seeing how I could have done things differently (or not) or more skillfully (or not). As well as what I did just seamlessly and perfectly right. I think about the "word for the year" I chose, curious. I think it was right on. That word encouraged me to look at things I didn't want to look at with a sense of wonder and not be afraid of what I saw or felt. Curiosity was an invitation through the course of the year to simply stay open and allow life to happen. No controlling or bracing or pushing away or being afraid.
This week I'm thinking about several projects I have in mind for making images and writing. The whole month of January I'll be writing daily "small stones", a moment/moments keenly observed then written in a few lines or even a bit longer. You can check out writingourwayhome.com and check them out on their FB page. I'm also contemplating my "word for the year". I'm feeling that the word wants to be active, have movement in its meaning. Some I've thought of thus far; possible, create, participate, appreciate, NOW. We'll see...I've still got a few days left.
In this moment there is a very deep sense of peace and understanding, acceptance and allowing of what life has been waiting to give to me and I'm ready to finally, begin the show...
Blessings to all!
Monday, December 10, 2012
"goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere..."
Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
"Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced."
"If you become a crocus, in a hidden garden", said his mother,
"I will be a gardener. And I will find you."
Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
“Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to
the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo.
in doing so, you must leave your subjective
preoccupation with yourself… However well phrased
your poetry may be, if your feeling is not natural – if the
object and yourself are separate – then your poetry is not
true poetry but your subjective counterfeit.”
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