waking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness

~ W. S. Merwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

density

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so.  Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.

 

The deeper I slid into the material density of the real, the more I found that there was nothing determinate or predictable about existence.  Actuality, this inexhaustible mystery, cannot be domesticated.  It is wildness incarnate.  Reality shape shifts.”

~ David Abram

 

 

 

waiting

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row

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for warmer days

Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.

~ unknown

moments

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“It is a mistake to believe that the crucial moments of a life when its habitual direction changes forever must be loud and shrill dramatics, washed away by fierce internal surges. This is a kitschy fairy tale started by boozing journalists, flashbulb-seeking filmmakers and authors whose minds look like tabloids. In truth, the dramatics of a life-determining experience are often unbelievably soft. It has so little akin to the bang, the flash, of the volcanic eruption that, at the moment it is made, the experience is often not even noticed. When it deploys its revolutionary effect and plunges a life into a brand-new light giving it a brand-new melody, it does that silently and in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.”
~ Pascal Mercier

 

you know all those little moments, so often taken for granted?
those ARE the big moments.

autumn winds

autumn breeze

And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
– Edward Hirsch