Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Magical Moments

(Reprinted from an undated journal entry from c. 2005-2006)

Evergreen trees lining both sides of the country road clutch at the low-lying clouds and wrap themselves in them as with a shawl. Moist air presses against my cheeks, softening my thoughts, turning them towards other moments in time similar to this one. I realize that this is one of my favorite experiences in life. This one. Right now. I have chosen to live in a part of the country that gives me the opportunity to have this experience several times a year. They never occur in midwinter or summer. Both of those points in time are too extreme to allow this softening of weather, where it is neither hot for cold, only blissfully cool and moist.

I realize also that I may be the only person in the world, though I truly suspect not, that has this experience of elation at times such as these. This experience never fails to get my attention. Never fails to wake me from the dream of daily life, reminding me that right now in this moment, I am utterly and joyfully alive and happy.

In the twenty-five years I lived in Florida, not once did I experience this feeling in my given daily environment. It was not until I first ventured away from the tropics that I discovered this joyful union with nature that I now know to be integral to my existence. It seems to go hand in hand with living in or near mountains or foothills in cooler climates. I would not trade the magic of these moments for anything.

Monday, November 14, 2011

(Reprinted from my Facebook note on 4 March 2009)

I love this Navajo prayer. Years ago, I used to chant it while I walked for exercise. It turned my fitness walk into a meditation walk. I think I should start doing it again. There are variations on it, but I particularly like this version. 


In Beauty may you walk.
All day long may you walk.
Through the returning seasons may you walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may you walk.
With grasshoppers about your feet may you walk.
With dew about your feet may you walk.

With Beauty may you walk.
With Beauty before you, may you walk.
With Beauty behind you, may you walk.
With Beauty above you, may you walk.
With Beauty below you, may you walk.
With Beauty all around you, may you walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty,
lively, may you walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty,
living again, may you walk.
It is finished in Beauty.
It is finished in Beauty
Ruby Beach in Washington State

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Just a thought

Does our obsession with being in constant communication with one another strip us of our ability to be present in the moment? Are we losing the gift of being alone and the gift of being present with the people we are with?

Love is the best teacher. Compassion is the perfect curriculum.

Dare to be fabulous!

Friday, July 8, 2011

LOVE is all you need

Love really is all you need. If your life is based on fear, then you will struggle to be true to yourself, and you will struggle with relationships of all kinds, including the one you have with yourself. Embrace love. Fill yourself with it. Swim in it. Breathe it in and breathe it back out to the world around you. Even to those who seek to suffocate you.