Monday, July 21, 2014

Whitman reflections and Nature's Splendor

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars;
(I am large, I contain multitudes)
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable:

Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof...
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.




Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune."
-----Ah Walt Whitman and the Leaves of Grass

Friday, July 18, 2014

Gratitude: Louie Schwartzberg at TEDxSF

morning

Sleep was a wayward bedfellow last night.  By 4 AM I was already sipping hot tea at the kitchen table, eating gluten free toast coated with cashew butter.  By 5:30 AM I was winding my way up the mountain, newborn sun kissing my morning face, wind softly caressing my curls and birds talking in aviary chatter like music on a new day.
Nature!  In her embrace I always feel at home, even after the most restless of nights, I walk into her arms and I am reminded again and again to let go, to relax and to trust.
What better gift could I hope for?

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

wishes

Make a wish? 
     A desire, longing, or strong inclination for a specific thing.  
When walking with children, wishes are everywhere.  
Dandelions are plucked from slender stalks. 
 Fuzzy promises 
      brought toward puckered lips 
            exhaling wonder 
                 from lungs filled 
                      with possibility.  
Great gusty breaths, hearts strong with belief, 
      send delicate wish seeds on a dance across the sky.  
Children don't see weeds to be plucked or worried over.  
They see wishes, 
     everywhere,
           and a world ripe with possibilities.
Next time when a life weed presents itself, perhaps we can look with eyes of wonder and just maybe, we will find wishes blown across the wide sky of our own longing.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

David Whyte on Pain


Okay, I am falling once again, with abandon, into the beautiful poetry and deep reflective wisdom of David Whyte.  Here is a beautiful treatise on pain by that amazing artist:
...Pain is a lonely road, no one can know the measure of our particular agonies, but through pain we have the possibility, just the possibility, of coming to know others as we have, with so much difficulty, come to know ourselves.”

David Whyte


There is a faith in loving fiercely

the one who is rightfully yours

especially if you have

waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this 
loved
and beckoning hand

held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.
Years ago in the Hebrides 

I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of baying seals

who would press his hat 

to his chest in the blustering 

salt wind and say his prayer 

to the turbulent
Jesus 
hidden in the water

and I think of the story

of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing

the distant

yet familiar figure

far across the water

calling to them

and how we are all 

preparing for that 

abrupt waking, 

and that calling,

and that moment 

we have to say yes,

except it will

not come so grandly

so Biblically

but more subtly
and intimately
in the face 
of the one you know
you have to love

so that when 

we finally step out of the boat 

toward them, we find

everything holds
us, and everything confirms
our courage, and if you wanted 
to drown
you could, 
but you don't
because finally 
after all this struggle
and all these years
you don't want to any more

you've simply had enough

of drowning

and you want to live and you 

want to love and you
will walk across any territory
and any darkness

however fluid and however

dangerous to take the

one hand you know

belongs in yours.

  

-- David Whyte
      from The House of Belonging 

Saturday, July 5, 2014

questions

Do you ever find yourself exhausted by the questions themselves?  And the minds continual distraction with answers that can never begin to approach the complexity of Life.
I do.
At times I wonder what it might feel like if the brains busy thinking were silenced and the great unknowings of life were given a chance to simply be within the human context of self.  What then?  What great horrors is the mind attempting to avoid with all its thinking?  And what great horrors is it actually inventing?
Life is.
Perhaps the invitation is to allow the horror and heaven, the fear and love, the pain and pleasure, the light and dark to rest within a spaciousness, in which no thought is necessary.
Just life.
As life.
Perhaps.

Monday, June 30, 2014

summer

What does summer look like at our house?
Well apart from devoting at least three hours daily to homework, here is a sampling:
 Bodhi's latest book is back from our desktop publishing company and Bodhi treated us to a special reading and book signing today once the mailman deposited the package into our eager hands.
 For supper, Bodhi suggested this AWESOME salad…the boys favorite vegetable is kale!  Now that is lucky for me since it happens to be a food staple of mine.
 Afterwards we initiated our newly built fire pit (yes the braggart in me needs to remind you that I built it myself!)...
 And Bodhi roasted marshmallows in the back yard...
 before consuming delicious, oozing, chocolaty s'mores.
To work off some of his energy before bed he played with his new spooner in the back yard.  We then took a pleasant neighborhood walk and now he snores loudly in his bedroom.  Ah motherhood is the best gift I could recieve particularly when I set aside the busyness of life and just enjoy its possibilities.

seven and a half

 One of the perks to having a birthday on December 26th is that you get to have a half birthday celebration with mom. This year consisted of an italian supper with a buddy and a specially made gluten free chocolate cake complete with half a birthday song.
 He loves the celbration!!!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

life

Life.
I don't pretend to understand it.
I no longer even delude myself with seeking strategies aimed toward that end.
In fact, it seems now, that all such strategies were subtle plans to outsmart pain, to outwit suffering, to out maneuver life.
A friend recently told me, "Many people say they love the rain but when they go outside in it they take an umbrella".  To experience the rain (life) we can't truly experience it without an embrace of its essential wetness.   If we are going to love it, we will have to get wet.
Stand naked in life and allow life to drench us and live us, to dry us and warm us, then and only then do we lay down our arbitrary separation from life's wholeness and truly LIVE.

I am learning, one droplet at a time. One breath at a time.  One moment at a time.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

owen's advice

My incredibly beautiful eldest son just called me full of summer joy and enthusiasm, like a fresh breeze blown across farmland whispering of fireflies and life.  He called to tell me how wonderful his summer is and how excited he is to begin his research for next year in ninth grade.  He called to tell me that he got a heaping stack of new books and how happy that makes him.  He called to tell me that I am beautiful and wonderful.  He called to tell me that something "had been gnawing" on him for a while now and he just needed me to hear it.  He asked me not to give up on letting people in close and to bravely open my heart and life to love and belonging, to connection and community.  He said, "Mom while it is true that a lot of people in life might hurt you, just open your heart anyway, because in the end it always works out. And there is a right match out there for you.  Someone who can appreciate and treasure you like I do but different and more".  He asked me to promise him.  He said, "You don't need to protect yourself and Bodhi and me by never letting anyone in.  That's just life mom.  And you deserve to live it".
Loss hurts.  No matter how you serve it up but remaining open is the only real answer.

bodhi hike

My sweet summer boy wanted to go hiking this morning.  So we were up by 5:30 and on the trail by 6:15.
 What a special gift to have a hiking buddy at that hour...
 to share in the wonder and majesty of life, without all the unnecessary human complexity for a few hours.  Ahhh, nature.

Monday, June 16, 2014

beauty in the details

Even when my heart is breaking and my mind is spilling thought like an overfull cup, my soul stands in wonder in the wake of so much beauty.  Everywhere.
 Wherever I go.
 On the side of the road, growing up through cracks in the pavement, there is LIFE.
 And it's gentle beauty coaxes the most sublime sensibilities to the surface.
And reminds me that the life in which I am so obviously immersed is also the life which blooms and breathes as you and me.
When in our darkest hours we can pause and allow life to touch us with awe, we will stand in wonder before the splendor in the details of living so often overlooked, but always present.

backyard beauty




Sanctuary.
It comes in many forms.
Occasionally it is found in the arms of a beloved or the sound of a child's joy, or the stillness of listening and a gentle release of breath.  Often it comes to me in nature, wherever I find her and lately I have been resting and working in the embrace of my own backyard sanctuary.

welcome the birds

My backyard is a cacophony of birdsong.  There are birds everywhere, in every tree: robins and black birds, pigeons and wood peckers, small and large song birds of every description.  In the daylight hours a symphony of winged conversations takes place over my head.  They land on my window ledge and look in at me while I eat my morning meal.  They are brazen and beautiful and welcome!



Sunday, June 15, 2014

sorrow

There are few greater sorrows as a mother than to realize how your own bumbling humanness has caused your child pain.
 And yet in our inevitable imperfection…it happens.
 And the best we can do, is to go on loving as consciously and mindfully as we can.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

little by little

It all happens so quickly- birthing, nursing, walking, talking, toileting, schooling and little by little- growing up.  Little by little they leave the sanctuary of mama and move out into the world. And little by little all of parenthood is a series of small good-byes.  Little by little we release them into the world.  Sometimes my mama heart aches as I watch my big boys orbiting in lives that are foreign to me.  Sometimes I remember the ease of holding their warm bodies in loving arms, when all their needs were met easily within the orb of my own being.  I never once deluded myself into thinking that they belonged to me, rather I have always been grateful for the rare and exquisite gift of loving them and being loved by them.  And now, little by little, they are becoming big boys in a big world and I am watching them from greater distances as they grow and evolve far beyond the orb of my arms. Ah motherhood…it remains my most tenacious teacher.