“Oh, where is the sea?”, the fishes cried, as they swam its crystal-clearness through.
All manifestations if I am awake enough to see them in their present moment glory. All depends on my mindfulness
Geosmin, the smell of a forest floor after it rains, provokes a powerful memory for me from when I was about 9 years old. I stepped into our wooded backyard just after sunrise, still in my nightgown. This was my way to steal some alone time from a highly scheduled day. It was mid-May in Minnesota. We’d had rain in the night and it sparkled as it dried on the confederate violets in full bloom in our rock garden. The smell of geosmin. I stepped out of my normal consciousness into a heigh...
Geosmin, the smell of a forest floor after it rains, provokes a powerful memory for me from when I was about 9 years old. I stepped into our wooded backyard just after sunrise, still in my nightgown. This was my way to steal some alone time from a highly scheduled day. It was mid-May in Minnesota. We’d had rain in the night and it sparkled as it dried on the confederate violets in full bloom in our rock garden. The smell of geosmin. I stepped out of my normal consciousness into a heightened state of awareness where everything stopped and I sat in absolute certainty that everything was exactly as it was supposed to be and all was peace.This memory has never left me and has sustained me through my darkest nights of the soul.
I’d have to choose cats, if allowed just one out of the thousands of animal manifestations we share the planet with. I love dogs too, but appreciate cats because, although they are domesticated, they do not love unconditionally… one must earn the trust of a cat. I call them my windows to god…. gazing into a cat’s eyes opens my heart to the divine.
I’m lucky in that I was not raised in an atmosphere of lack although materially my family was of modest means. The one thing I get envious of is land “ownership” because of my strong calling to steward the land. I envy what cannot be owned. The land owns us all.
I’m trying to change a deeply ingrained habit of clinging to desired outcomes after making decisions. Today I will examine in depth the role my ego plays in choosing what projected outcomes are the hardest to “let go, let god”.
Not go wandering into past or future
Poetry, music—- the ways we express ourselves when straight words are not enough
On Sunday I remember my friend doubled up in laughter as she tried to pull the door shut as she left my house. She and I always save the last topic of conversation for humor. It’s memory carries us both until we meet again.
Stirve for conscious contact with the god of my understanding
Coming of the light. Step Three meetings.
Consciousness of the divine reality of all existence
What first comes to mind, before coffee, is to listen before I speak and the simple instruction to “Do unto others…”
May each of you blessed people find your star today.
When the divine does for me what I cannot do for myself.
A sugar cleanse
Bless you both for the love you gave to each of these needy , “used” animals.
I, too, honor bats I grew up in a house with an attic space full of them. Occasionally one would find its way downstairs. We all knew how to wait until it had settled on a curtain or cupboard, scoop it up in a towel and release it outside in summer, or back into the attic in winter.
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