Women at Rest

Sweet Darkness by David Whyte

  

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn

anything or anyone

that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

~David Whyte

What's In The Temple? by Tom Barrett

In the quiet spaces of my mind a thought lies still, but ready to spring.
It begs me to open the door so it can walk about.
The poets speak in obscure terms pointing madly at the unsayable.
The sages say nothing, but walk ahead patting their thigh calling for us to follow.
The monk sits pen in hand poised to explain the cloud of unknowing.
The seeker seeks, just around the corner from the truth.
If she stands still it will catch up with her.
Pause with us here a while.
Put your ear to the wall of your heart.
Listen for the whisper of knowing there.
Love will touch you if you are very still.

If I say the word God, people run away.
They've been frightened--sat on 'till the spirit cried "uncle."
Now they play hide and seek with somebody they can't name.
They know he's out there looking for them, and they want to be found,
But there is all this stuff in the way.

I can't talk about God and make any sense,
And I can't not talk about God and make any sense.
So we talk about the weather, and we are talking about God.

I miss the old temples where you could hang out with God.
Still, we have pet pounds where you can feel love draped in warm fur,
And sense the whole tragedy of life and death.
You see there the consequences of carelessness,
And you feel there the yapping urgency of life that wants to be lived.
The only things lacking are the frankincense and myrrh.

We don't build many temples anymore.
Maybe we learned that the sacred can't be contained.
Or maybe it can't be sustained inside a building.
Buildings crumble.
It's the spirit that lives on.

If you had a temple in the secret spaces of your heart,
What would you worship there?
What would you bring to sacrifice?
What would be behind the curtain in the holy of holies?

Go there now.

A Sweet Reminder

We set the pace.
But this press of time--
take it as a little thing
next to what endures.

All this hurrying
soon will be over.
Only when we tarry
do we touch the holy.

Young ones, don't waste your courage
racing so fast,
flying so high.

See how all things are at rest--
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

(Photo by Berta.)

Sunday Morning

The only real rest comes
when you're alone with God.

~Rumi

A New Candle for Ease & Enjoyment

Everything we want in life is downstream.
Drop the oars. Stop trying to push the river.
~Sister Cathy Beckley

After a grueling 2007, I woke up New Year's Day 2008 knowing in my heart of hearts this year was meant to be the year of ease & enjoyment. I adopted those words as my mantra, and am thrilled to have finally created a candle to celebrate this new way of living.

I am eternally grateful to my spiritual director and longtime friend Sister Cathy for introducing me to ease & enjoyment as a spiritual practice and daily way of life. It doesn't mean there won't be hardships or pain or challenges, it just means I know I'm not the manager of the river. My job is to surrender to the natural flow as best I can. To follow the path of least resistance. To stop struggling and fretting so much, to ENJOY my life! To trust that the easier, softer way is always the route I'm meant to take. It has proven true for me a thousand times this year. I have never enjoyed my life as much as I am right now, had such deep faith, or felt so close to Spirit. It can prove true for you, as well.

Nurture the Body

One element of this set of prayer beads I made* for myself is to nurture my body. I am getting better at practicing this more consistently every day. Today I've done it by running (even though it was hot enough for me to sweat, which I really dislike doing), putting lotion on my feet and eating well.

Now that I'm done working for the day, I'm going to rest awhile with a good book before mowing the lawn.

*Made at a workshop with Deb from Story-Beads.

Just Sit There Right Now

Just sit there right now.
Don’t do a thing. Just rest.
For your separation from God
is the hardest work in this world.
Let me bring you trays of food
and something that you like
to drink.
You can use my soft words
as a cushion
for your head.

~Hafiz

(Photo by amma_maw.)

What if you acted as if this was true?

From the book Transformation Soup by SARK

Entrance

Whoever you are: step out of doors tonight,
Out of the room that lets you feel secure.
Infinity is open to your sight.
Whoever you are.
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
From viewing things already too well-known,
Lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
And put it in the heavens: tall, alone.
And you have made the world and all you see.
It ripens like the words still in your mouth.
And when at last you comprehend its truth,
Then close your eyes and gently set it free.
~Dana Gioia

Beannacht ("Blessing") by John O'Donohue

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 meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

~John O'Donohue

(Photo by amma_maw.)