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My children. My sister and her kids. My parents. My friends. And I need to continue to be gentle with myself. Because we all need each other, and so I want my presence and interactions to be loving, respectful and kind; which come from a well I always need to nurture, the best I can.
Gentleness, hope, forgiveness and love. As well as witnessing the tenacity and courage around me. Listening, laughter and silence, too.
Honestly, I have trouble letting go. So maybe I can make an effort to believe I can a little more. And continue to seek help for it. There’s a gentleness in letting go that I aspire to. When I’m able to, I feel a greater sense of connection…
Opening my heart. To grace and the wisdom that surrounds me. To greater hope and curiosity. To connection with others. To love, especially. And respect, empathy and understanding.
Thank you for the beauty and simplicity in your guidance this past week and this summary of tools. I have found them to be very helpful. Greetings from San Diego. May you and your loved ones be well. Peace.
I’m reminded of Rumi’s poem, “The Guest House”…
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice. meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. — Jellaludin Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks
Today my house is tumultuous. However, I know time will affect that frame of mind. Peace to everyone here. Stay safe. ??
A warm hug from any of my loved ones.
My doctor who sent me for an MRI when I had a meningioma over 25 years ago. If I could have spoken the word “button” when he asked me for the word for one, he wouldn’t have sent me. My life hung upon that test. I’d lost my ability to express myself and read. That I am here, relaying this experience to you is truly a miracle in my life. I am forever grateful to him, to my neurologist–and to you for listening. Thank you.
My heartbeat. And language; that allows me to understand and express matters of the heart.
When acceptance resonates deeply in your spirit.
For the gentle, loving, steady voices of my family. For the quiet voice growing in my heart, the more I practice being thankful and mindful. For wise and compassionate voices the world over.
I’m thankful for my relationship with nature that sustains me always. I’m thankful for my relationship with my family. As my parents have gotten older, we’ve grown closer. I’m thankful for my relationship with my friends, many of whom have been with me for decades now (I am in my fifties).
This sanctuary and community help immensely with that and so many other things. Thank you for being here and so generously sharing your hearts.
With humility and by believing in myself & my connectedness to the great mystery, that enfolds us. Also by abandoning myself to a sense of wonder and gratitude, trusting in them to carry me through with grace.
I grew up with wonderful parents who taught me to immerse myself in awe for nature’s grandeur as well as her tiny details through camping, especially in the national parks. We particularly love geology as a family and keep passing on an appreciation for rocks to new generations. I feel that the land is extraordinarily living, growing and changing in its own time. My geology instructor once taught us that nothing is ever truly destroyed. I gratefully carry that knowledge in my heart.
Entering Joshua Tree National Park with my love and watching the sunset from beginning to end with him silently, along with a coyote that emerged from the wild.
Love and courage. And the beautiful ephemeral tapestry we find here together.
February finds me knitting changing colors. My sister’s gift is warmth.
You’re so welcome, Pollyanna! I’m happy it resonates for you. Rumi’s work is wonderful. Blessings to you as well.
Thank you so much, Ingrid. Your kind reply means a great deal to me. That we’re connected through my story warms my heart.
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