We don’t own a cat. We did once and she was special. I think Charles Bukowski gets it right that when we have a pet they are our teachers. I always tell people who cat really owned us. We have opportunities to learn from whatever appears in our world and space. When we stop and sense closely, deeply, it is a learning experience that sometimes only reveals itself much later.
I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
they complain but never
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t
their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
when I am feeling
all I have to do is
watch my cats
I study these
they are my
For chaos to exist, there must be order. The two exist not separately but with each other sharing the best of what each offers.
The picture and quote are lovely. They reminded me that art and living are expressions which are never completed. We are always expressing our self anew just as wonderful artists express themselves and their work anew.
I was in the air and in airports most of the day. These are wonderful images with an inspiring short post between the images. We find heaven in many places when our eyes, hearts, and minds are open. When this happens, we feel it in our bodies. It is a sensational experiencing.
Originally posted on west517:
Carrying a backpack, wearing heavy boots, I took a walk and bumped into heaven. He was surprisingly quiet, until I looked into his face and found more words, in more languages than could ever be comprehended with the mind, so I listened with my heart instead.
Perhaps, much of life is moving through shadows and thinking they are more concrete than they really are. It is only when we strip the trees and forests do we experience their essence and ours.
The opening quote gives rise to realizing that many people have so little and much is uncertain in their lives. Anne Frank had considerable uncertainty and sought to understand the beauty that existed despite the dire circumstances she lived in. Martin Luther King predicted he might meet a violent end. Living in the present and seeing its beauty is a wondrous place to live.
Originally posted on Sacred Touches:
Life is full of beauty.
Notice the bumble bee, the small child,
and the smiling faces.
Smell the rain, and feel the wind.
Oh, the green, green, green of fresh growing things; the scent, scent, scent of fragrant flowery things; and the buzz, buzz, buzzing of little, busy bees. But wait, wait, wait! Back those “wagon” up and hold on just a minute! It’s still January and therefore wintertime. So what’s up with the green, the flowers, the aromas, and the buzzes? Ah the joyous blessing of a greenhouse filled with thriving, flowering, sweet smelling things! The only downside to such is that the bees seem to think the greenhouse is solely their domain and object to a human interloper’s pottering visits. But then again, I seem to be developing a history outside the garden of adverse encounters with the wee buzzing folk. In my recent…
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