This is a beautiful poem and accompanying picture. We often go through life as a certainty. The reality is it is more like walking a path with a gentle breeze pressing at our backs.
hello to you, lost friends
waiting by the path
hello to you, gentle breeze
pressing at my back
I don’t read a lot of fictional writing, but I make an exception for Paulo Coehlo and have several of his books. I enjoy the way he deals with life through his fictional work and sees life as a spiritual journey. There is a deep mystical quality in his writing, both the prose and poetry which meld together.
I shared this with my students on a regular basis in an effort to help them understand the world and our self as always changing phenomena. It is hard for adults to come to grips with Heraclitus’ thinking, let alone junior high students.
No man
ever steps
in the same river twice
for it’s not the same river
and he’s not the same man.
– Heraclitus
I finished the first leg of my journey and have a 5-6 hour drive tomorrow. I plan on missing Calgary and going up right in the shadow of the Eastern Slopes of the Rockies. We drove that way several years ago and it is beautiful driving in the foothills with mountains right there.
Driving provides a break and I spend time meditating differently. Today, I thought about how important my work is to me and how it should serve a greater good. During my time in Spokane, I discovered teaching is in who I am. It makes me complete.
John O’Donohue wrote this beautiful poem about the sacredness of work. I love the line about not becoming lost in bland absences. I retired when pressures from outside the classroom took away from what I was doing in the classroom. I became concerned those “bland absences” would become real and teaching would become a formulaic, technocratic, bureaucratic process.
Whatever we each do in life, should make our lives richer and the world a better place. Several years ago, Kathy and I went to a fast-food restaurant outside Portland, Oregon and staff greeted us in a way that indicated they were happy to work there. When that happens, work is sacred, heals, make itself light, and reveals beauty.
May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those
Who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,
Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.
I head home in few minutes and Mary Oliver’s wonderful quote makes sense. It is not a certainty, but by being present we can see into the dim light more easily and accept what we encounter.
Blessed be the longing that brought you here
and that quickens your soul with wonder.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses each day.
May your days bring you quiet miracles that seek no attention.
If difficulties arise, and they will, may you be consoled
in the secret sympathy of your soul.
May you experience all your days as a sacred gift
woven around the heart of God.
May you live always in the neighborhood of love
and in awe of the mystery of being here.
May the frames of your belonging
be large enough for the dreams of your soul.
May you arise each day with a voice of blessing
whispering in your heart that something good is going to happen.
May you know today and always that you are ever embraced
in the kind circle of God.
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I mentioned yesterday how much I enjoy Rumi and I have the good fortune to have come across a second Rumi quote recently posted. When we turn inwards, we find much of what we seek.
Rumi is a great way to begin the day, albeit a late start with errand running. It is a beautiful image cast in the picture and words shared.
I have a soft spot for Dr. Seuss. His stories contained such profound social justice messages about diversity and being the change that we want in life. The Lorax says it so well.
It is a day late, but it is funny and serious together. We are in nature and not separate.
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