drop the “I”

 

 

 

 

 

“Go back to knowing that it is simple. The fun is in the busy-ness as long as it’s fun for you. And when you see that it’s just more of the same stories, all about ‘me’, drop it. You can observe what goes on benignly, but keep going. From the position of observer, take that last step. Who’s the one observing ? Go there. Who is that ultimate, absolute observer, where ‘seeing itself’ arises? Let attention rest there. Let it be ok that nothing has happened. Let the show be over, let the movie, the story of ‘I’ as an individual person, be over. And see what happens. Truth will reveal itself, absolute clarity of how this matrix works, will show itself to be no more than a matrix. And somehow, a capacity to enjoy what ever is unfolding is always there. You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to have good health, you don’t have to do it before your body dies, it’s got nothing to do with anything: it’s right now, place your attention behind any stories, any concepts. From there, freedom arises, beauty arises, love arises. But don’t take my word for it, do it. And prove me wrong, I’d be delighted. I’ll take on that challenge any day. Do it and find out.

So blessings on all of us, who are pretending to be human.”

 

~ Jac O’Keeffe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

phenomenon

 

 

 

 

one beautiful bright sunny December day
we thought it would be a nice time to explore the seaside town of Rockport
as we neared the coast
the clouds rolled in
snow blew and swirled around us
it looked like a nor’easter had hit
strange, it wasn’t in the forecast
turns out, that day a snow cloud decided to hang out over just this particular town
while the rest of Massachusetts was crystal clear

it was magical
people went about their shopping, dashing into coffee shops for warmth
the holiday lights twinkled, there was a party-like atmosphere about the town

 

while this photo is far from perfect
I love it for the memory
one I have thought about every Christmas since

a simple gift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

first snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”

 

Frederick Buechner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a certain light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there’s a different feel to November

now that the days are shorter

and the leaves are on the ground

 

 

 

 

bestowal

 

 

 

 

 

I have her hands

 

to hold her stories