June 6th, 2014

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Live to breathe - every breath a prayer -

I met Elise Peeples on a silent retreat on Mt. Tam last summer.  We gathered for five nights, all women, to camp and meditate.  My tent was under redwood boughs. In one hour, I watched four leaves fall.  I was changed as I watched the sky, light, dark, light, dark, and sat warmed by a wood fire.  The smoke rose into the sky, vibrant in surround, generous in exchange, in, out, tender, motion of prayer.

I inspire today on Elise's blog post, and place it here to share:


Cleaning off my desk -

Today is devoted to sorting through the books and papers on my desk.  It is a big desk and can hold a great deal.  I count at least 30 most precious books, two plants, cards, magazines, articles, candles and a lamp.

I come across many treasures in this archaeological dig. These quotes I sent to a friend after her friend died are with me now.  Each moment, birth and death, inhalation, exhalation, breath.

John Squandra:

When you love, you complete a circle.  When you die, the circle remains.

A.R. Ammons:

The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.

Ursala Le Guin:

Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life.

Gustave Flaubert:

Tears are for the heart what water is for fish.