If tigers had wings, they would be even more formidable. We are all part of a world and universe where each part takes on particular meaning and provides something important to the world.
I wrote about unburdening one’s self in Dancing With Your Skeletons. David Wagoner suggests something similar in this poem. Being present means being in the here and now and we are always a getting there and arriving. In getting there, it is important to keep the backpack light and dance with skeletons.
Somewhere in our journey, we lose the serious childlike playfulness we had when we were young. It is in being adults we journey with regret. The word journey is from the French journée which is less about the measure of time and about events contained in the day/jour. Adding née at the end makes jour into a gerund continuously recurring. It is a never-ending and unfolding, impossible to make sense of in the moment. Its time is immeasurable, only livable.
Née is being born as and in the living undertaken we are continuously being born in each event and each moment. In mindfulness, we journey without regret. The there we want is the next moment which continuously unfolds. Living is creating and becoming with welcome uncertainty and we only know we arrive when we arrive. It is unexpected.
You take a final step and, look, suddenly
You’re there. You’ve arrived
At the one place all your drudgery was aimed for:
This common ground
Where you stretch out, pressing your cheek to sandstone.
What did you want
To be? You’ll remember soon. You feel like tinder
Under a burning glass,
A luminous point of change. The sky is pulsing
Against the cracked horizon,
Holding it firm till the arrival of stars
In time with your heartbeats.
Like wind etching rock, you’ve made a lasting impression
On the self you were
By having come all this way through all this welter
Under your own power,
Though your traces on a map would make an unpromising
What have you learned so far? You’ll find out later,
Telling it haltingly
Like a dream, that lost traveler’s dream
Under the last hill
Where through the night you’ll take your time out of mind
To unburden yourself
Of elements along elementary paths
By the break of morning.
You’ve earned this worn-down, hard, incredible sight
Called Here and Now.
Now, what you make of it means everything,
Means starting over:
The life in your hands is neither here nor there
But getting there,
So you’re standing again and breathing, beginning another
Journey without regret
Forever, being your own unpeaceable kingdom,
The end of endings.
Khalil Gibran’s poetry continues to resonate over the years. His messages about love were and remain important.
Originally posted on Ese' s Voice:
A Lebanese artist, poet and writerKahlil Gibran(Arabic: جبران خليل جبران) has been among my favourite ones for quite some time. And though “The Prophet” and “Sand And Foam” will always be the number ones from his works for me, I have the feeling today the poem “Song Of The Rain” fits the mood well. At least in these latitudes.
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the…
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Yesterday, I made a short presentation about mindfulness in daily life at a small church 2 hours west of Edmonton. The pastor spoke about lightening our burden and not carrying the weight of the world in our backpacks. It is important to lighten the load.
Dyan makes a similar point using the metaphors of dancing with skeletons. The Marianne Williamson provided a more Jungian approach in the quote about shadows.
There are reasons we are called and given voice in our lives. Sometimes, we do not see the reasons easily and we need to examine the weight in our backpack, dance with our skeletons, and know our shadow side. Being mindful is about knowing what to discard, what to retain, and making sense of it as we take the next step. I spent 20 years teaching and it was challenging at times, but I know those challenges were worthwhile and meant something. I was not always sure of the meaning, but I danced with the tunes being played in the shadows and my skeletons learned to dance as they came out of the closet.
We flew across Canada today, returning from holidays. We spent time in nature and exploring historical roots in Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick, and Maine but is nice to be going home.
We discussed that this is the first time we went on an extended holiday in many years. We spent over two weeks on the road and it is tiring. The days we stayed put and did not move from one place to another allowed us to recoup.
This poem reminded me of home’s importance. When we stop and take a moment to see the place we call home through new eyes, we see and feel its heart, the rhythm of what home means. Peter Levitt concluded it is in extraordinary moments we find the place closest to our hearts.
I am reading James Hillman and he suggested we sometimes limit our thinking about the heart to a physiological pump. The heart serves a greater purpose in that we find our purpose within it and have courage to follow those purposes. It is being in the moment we find courage and confidence to feel at home in each moment. The heart is a rhythmic source for our moment-to-moment journeying. We are always going somewhere and it is important to be at home wherever we end up.
Where you are going
and the place you stay
come to the same thing.
What you long for
and what you have left behind
are as useless as your name.
Just one time, walk out
into the field and look
at that towering oak—
an acorn still beating at its heart.
We can probably add many other favourite activities which help lift us out of the doldrums. For me, it would be a walk in nature. The point is to think about what brings us joy and let that transform the day and our attitude for the day.
Originally posted on Practical Practice Management:
There are times when our day goes from good to bad. Possibly from an interaction with another person or a disappointment in an expectation.
Whatever caused the dark cloud to appear, it is important to realize that there are things you can do to make it disappear. The last thing that you should allow is for your day to be ruined by someone or some event.
If you have never been to the Tiny Buddha website, I suggest you take a look. It is full of uplifting articles and information. I always find something that lifts my spirit when I read their posts.
I came across an article titled 10 ways to turn a bad day into a good day in 10 minutes or less it has some great ideas to try when your day isn’t going right or if you just need a pick me up.
Here are a…
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We do not leave separate from the world and universe. We are firmly embedded in and it is in language we create separation. Not only are we embedded in the universe. It is embedded in us. We close our eyes and find ourselves.
Originally posted on Zen Flash:
“The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the Universe and all its powers, and that at the center of the Universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.”