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The Path

The Path.

This is a short poem which speaks to the humble beginnings each of us lives. Somehow, we occasionally forget these humble beginnings and the idea that each moment is its own humble re-beginning. We live in the most immediate time possible, now.

Taking time and realizing the path is made with each new step is a humbling experience, sometimes humiliating and always human. All these words, humble, humiliate, and human, share a common root, the word humus.

A path made of humus reminds us that there is a cycle to life. Each moment passes into a never fully retrievable history. In each moment, we live our questions when we are mindful and attentive in the world, not as observers. We live in community with the world and all its phenomena, sentient and non-sentient.

mono tasking

mono tasking.

Plants and animals only have one job to do at a time. They may have more than one job depending on the season, the time of day, and the ecosystem’s needs. They are present in their work and help create the world they live in moment-to-moment. They do what comes naturally and is given to them in Creation.

Alfred North Whitehead stated all humans need to know is in Nature. When we are present and contemplate we are open to mono tasking, completing one task to its fullest, and helping create the world we live in moment-to-moment. Richard Rohr reminded me this morning that contemplate means to see, a witnessing.

Mysteries, Yes

Mary Oliver writes many poems about life’s mysteries, life’s questions, and the sacred spaces we enter in listening. During Sabbath time, I use her poetry to focus on stillness and allow questions to emerge. They poke their heads forward and are always joined by other questions. The answers are less relevant than the wondering that flows from each question. The mysteries are truly too marvelous to be understood.

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity,
while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.

Reblog Saturday – All the elements of an amazing community.

ivonprefontaine:

John Dewey wrote that we communicate those things we have in common when we live in community. The Rumi quote speaks to the human and humane nature of what that means. We often see the difference first. The French philosopher Jacques Derrida spoke about differance (there is no a in difference in French either) as being a place where we defer in the presence of difference. The word difference in French means both difference and deference. It is the place where we see the humanity in each of us as the core of human commonality. When we play with words, we come to some extraordinary places.

Originally posted on Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life:

Welcome to my small selection of the blogs I have followed this week.  It would be impossible to share them all but thank you to everyone for making the week so enjoyable.  I am sure that I will find a few more before the day is through.

I was thinking today about the communications I have had during the week on FB, Twitter and here on WordPress.  There has been loss, celebrations, family dramas, stories of pets and children, recipes and a regular check in to say hello or just good morning and a virtual hug.

I feel part of the community and thank you for all that you share.  I hope that you know that there is always a welcome here.

Tomorrow my special guest of the new series of The Sunday Show is the marvellous author Mira Prabhu – I recently reviewed her book The Whip of the…

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Beachcombing

Beachcombing.

Florence Krall wrote about ecotones, those spaces where tides move back and forth across the shoreline always changing them.

Living is an ecotone where we are undergoing continuous change. This poem uses the word exploration in describing the way the world’s fingers reach in and touch us continuously. What are mindful about, awake to, and aware of us the world makes those contacts on our souls?

Humans live in communities of sentient and non-sentient phenomena. Leading takes on a whole new meaning when we think of ourselves as always touching and being touched by this world. It continuously brings new surprises to the fragile ecotone our skin represents.

Today’s Quote

ivonprefontaine:

I believe it was Jefferson who said something along the lines of a person who acts and speaks rightly constitutes a majority. Margaret Mead spoke of the power of small groups to make changes. I wonder if we have lost some of this in the early 21st Century? I hope not.

Originally posted on Soul Gatherings:

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There comes a time when one must take a position
that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular,
but he must take it because
conscience tells him it is right.

~ Martin Luther King Jr. ~
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Build up

Build up.

Each moment is a building block building on what was previously there. There is only place and time we can be in and that is the present moment.

John Dewey in Art as Experience described the aesthetic quality of life. We live and express ourselves under the tension and strain we live. Expressing occurs under pressure. This is not negative. Rather, it is the reality of living life in the world, acting on the environment, being acted upon by the environment, and becoming who we are not as a preplanned package, but as a naturally being and becoming.

Being present is the only place and space to be. Being present is being awake to the world in this most immediate and intimate moment.

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