‘Where Everything Is Music’ Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will still be hidden[…]
The Art of Being Present Each moment is a blank canvas smudges and splotches only in men’s eye raindrops from the heart wash away the past. Each moment is an opportunity Overflowing with possibility. How shall I paint this moment? My portrait once a still life now in stillness life force leaps dancer lover of[…]
“What the Heart Cannot Forget” by Joyce Sutphen Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed, cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub of watery fingers along its edge. The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe, remembers being a veil over the face of the sun, gathering itself together for the fall. The turtle[…]
The Way it Is by Lynn Ungar One morning you might wake up to realize that the knot in your stomach had loosened itself and slipped away, and that the pit of unfulfilled longing in your heart had gradually, and without your really noticing, been filled in—patched like a pothole, not quite the same as[…]
The February Shore by Parker J. Palmer Let this stillness settle on the surface of your mind— The figured sand, its fossil prints and hieroglyphs held fast in memory of ice… The surf-flung pools framed here and there as mirrors to behold the shining day… The ice-glazed rocks that lose their weight while floating in[…]