September 30th, 2009

Mitchell's silver lining

Good Morning!



The sun is wakening the ridge with gold.  It is fall.

Many of you remember Mitchell, who died so courageously when he was fifteen.  He placed a silver lining in the sky for all of us to view as we gathered for his memorial.  This summer his family took a vigorous and enchanting trip to China.  My current identifying icon is of a silver lining in China, Mitchell's offering of strength, hope and love.

I wrote an article for the Sensory Awareness newsletter this last week which has me back in my notes, reminding and allowing me to more easily sink into my own peace and tranquility. 

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Bald Eagle

The Eagle!

The eagle is my totem friend these days. The eagle soars and also has close contact with the ground, with the hills and trees. I continue to strive to unify the human and the divine in myself. The eagle is my symbol, my guide.


Butterfly

Poetry -



Yesterday I went to Book Passage to buy a more modern translation of War and Peace.   There, I encountered Kim Rosen's book, Saved by a Poem, The Transformative Power of Words.

I think many of us recognize that poetry gets a bum rap in this country.  In many countries and cultures, it is considered essential, key.  I've just begun this book but it looks like an important look at the power and support of poetry.  Eve Ensler, author of The Vagina Monologues and Insecure at Last, writes in the introduction that "This book puts forward poetry as literary ecology, concerned with the protection and preservation of our souls."

Kim Rosen begins with this poem by Derek Walcott.


Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door,
in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine.  Give bread. 
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

egg stone

Release -



The moon is a joyful light in the sky tonight. 

We don't judge the moon, say too small, too tall, too short.  Why then do we judge ourselves and what we do?


“The maxim ‘Nothing but perfection’ may be spelled ‘Paralysis.’”

-- Winston Churchill