So you can be part of the whole
So you can let
Whatever’s out there
Defense isn’t sensible
In the face of
Something or Someone
In your face
Have a Face-On
A smile is a gate
Entry to Open
Break the pattern
But stillness, listening, be attention
What if every Thing you are given in your life, good and bad – good and bad according to you since there really is no such thing – were to open your heart and then open you up some more?
What if every time you put blame on something or someone you took away your chance to open further?
And every time you held onto the blaming of someone or some thing and made it a story, perhaps even your story, you kept yourself away from the reality of You.
What about that?
In the morning’s frost are all the hearts of grass delineated.
Inside is still – literally – the warm fuse that drives its life.
In my reflection I feel the cold comfort and simplicity
of this life. Ice sitting delicately covers such lightness of being
Making solid and calm the pulse of this earth’s fragile moment.
“Three attitudes prevent us from receiving a continual flow of blessings. They are compared to three “pots”: a full pot, a pot with poison in it, and a pot with a hole in the bottom.
The pot that’s filled to the brim is like a mind full of opinions and preconceptions. We already know it all. We have so many fixed ideas that nothing new can affect us or cause us to question our assumptions.
(No Time To Lose)
expression of inquiry
eyes focus one at a time
want to know who I am
inquisitive, exquisite, remarkable
chicken with a friend.
Her friend is a girl, very small, very particularly focussed on the chicken, whose name is Roxy. The girl will often sit and hold Roxy. She will hold her and Roxy will cluck and coo and chicken-gurgle. The girl knows when Roxy is going to lay an egg and she will sit there – both shes – and sit and sit until the egg is laid.
I have the feeling this chicken Roxy is living longer than a chicken usually gets to because she has company when she’s vulnerable. She has companionship when she is in the midst of her work. I’m told by those who live with chickens for their livelihood that a chicken’s life is short, perhaps two years, and they sometimes die while laying an egg. The girl says it takes Roxy about half an hour to lay an egg.
Can you see the heart?
This is an old shed a fox uses. Luckily my dog Cho was not paying all that much attention when the fox ran out when Cho was just outside. Cho was in back, sniffing – his obsession worked for the fox who ran out the front.
Peaches are coming! We are learning how to care for the tree – our friend Barb went to a workshop and came back with great directions for good peaches!
Thank you Barb!
Barb with our girls. They look like a heart to me too.