Show up. Cook dinner. Wipe the counters. Apologize when you snap. Listen when you’d rather run. Do the ordinary things of life with love, even when nobody’s watching, even when there’s no applause. Forget transcendence. come home. Be human. Be present in your life. That’s the real “spiritual practice”. […]
Transcending down intothe ground of things is akinto sweeping the leaves thatcover a path. There will alwaysbe more leaves. And the heartof the journey, the heart of ourown awakening, is to discover forourselves that the leaves are notthe ground, and that sweepingthem aside will reveal a path,and finally, that to fully live,we must take the […]
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walkdown a crowded aisle, people pull in their legsto let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”when someone sneezes, a leftoverfrom the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.And sometimes, when you spill lemonsfrom your grocery bag, someone else will help youpick them up. Mostly, […]
Transcending down intothe ground of things is akinto sweeping the leaves thatcover a path. There will alwaysbe more leaves. And the heartof the journey, the heart of ourown awakening, is to discover forourselves that the leaves are notthe ground, and that sweepingthem aside will reveal a path,and finally, that to fully live,we must take the […]
May your silence be suchthat not even thoughtcan think itWhen the temple emptiesit shinessplendidlyHistory recounts what happenedsilence narrateswhat is happeningSilence is not a formof rest or suspensionbut of resistanceSilence:contemplating the snowuntil becoming one with itToday the clouds resemblemonks drinking teain silenceSilence tends to bury thoughtyet thought alsolives by itLearn to renounceeverythingeven silenceMany times, God prefersto […]
Read More… from School of Silence (fragments), by José Tolentino Mendonça
On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze behind The grey window And the ghost of loss Gets in to you, May a flock of colours, Indigo, red, green, And azure blue, Come to awaken in you A […]
Read More… from Beeanacht: A Blessing for The New Year, by John O’Donohue
I wear my wonder like old running shoes— not elegant, not sophisticated, surprisingly inappropriate in certain rooms. I notice how others sometimes wrinkle their noses at a blatant sporting of wonder, thinking, perhaps, I must be oblivious to the dress code: stilettos of apathy, high heels of indifference, boots of cool reserve. But dang, this […]
Oh, do you have time to linger for a little while out of your busy and very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistles for a musical battle, to see who can sing the highest note, or the lowest, or the most expressive of mirth, or the most tender? […]
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or, being […]
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