This morning I consider
connection. Usually, on week-day
mornings, Jane and I speak, then write
30 minutes, and check in again. This
morning, we spoke, and the poem “Three Days til Chemo” splurted out, and then,
the phone rang. Chris had a flat
hopped into the shower, happy to help.
I bustled about until Jane and
I again spoke 27 minutes later. She had found it hard to focus, to get through
the door she was trying to enter in her writing. We both wondered If I had been there, at my
desk, at the other end of the thread, would she have made it through? Do we truly guide ourselves so easily through
the light and the dark? Physics is
proving that particles once together are still connected as to spin when
separated. It is to consider today as
each of us tries to be “the change we want to see in the world.”
Today, Petra sends me wonderful
writings of support along with a photo of Yosemite with light pouring through
the clouds. One offering is this from
Richard Bach’s Illusions.
A cloud does not know
why it moves in just such a
direction and at such
It feels an impulsion ...
the place to go now. But the
the reasons and the patterns
behind all clouds,
and you will know, too, when
you lift yourself high
to see beyond
I am reminded of the Rosen
intensive, where there was a day for art, and relaxation. I was not sure that I needed such a day, but,
of course, there it was. At the time, I did not do art, but I did survey the table, and it didn’t seem too intimidating. Summer led a meditation where I saw myself
opening up a waterfall, like a curtain,
and walking through the mist. Penelope
laid out paint, silk, and hoops. I picked up a small brush, and dipped it in
paint, and began, and swung into something, or was swung, like a chalice spreading incense
in church. I felt myself painting my
heart. I truly felt I was painting my
heart on the silk, and it sprouted leaves from the top, and floated like a kite
reaching out to other hearts. I titled
it Fly Your Heart, quite original, you must admit. : )
I sort through my silk
paintings now and find one called Rafting
Tears. What an image! I raft my tears now, savoring each class and honoring the time to
just float, and the space to get out and climb the hills embracing the canyons.
I find another painting titled
Ideal Life - Living Centered in my Heart.
Isn’t that what this whole
thing is about? Living centered in the heart of the medical
community and family and friends?
Then, I find Grow Your Heart and Sing Your Heart. Enfold and Bond are here.
Today, my desire is to Fly, Grow,
and Sing my Heart as I raft all tears, and enfold in the bonding of ease, gentleness, and peace.