as dawn makes her entrance. Glass
shoes on golden pond.
May you be borne on the breath of dawn to become all that you are called to be.
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Darkness doffs his hat
as dawn makes her entrance. Glass shoes on golden pond. May you be borne on the breath of dawn to become all that you are called to be.
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When we are attentive to all that is around us and within us,
the natural response is gratitude and praise. Think of the gift of sleep, which refreshes and revives us. Think of the revelation and invitation of the rising sun. Think of our hearts beating rhythmically, empowering us to live fully. Think of laughter, effervescent, delightful LOVE, bubbling over. So let us ... Praise with trumpet sound! Praise with lute and harp! Praise with tambourine and dance! Praise with strings and pipe! Praise with clanging cymbals! Praise with every breath! May this be a day where we dance with the daughters of attentiveness: gratitude and praise. Plenitude
At lunch today it was the purple of the olive pits against my cobalt plate that stunned me. At tea, the gold of peach bloodstained by its stone. I do not know where the greater part of the miracle lies: that I should pause to notice this, or that I, a woman of such great hungers, should be so well-satisfied by such small things. by Jan Richardson www.sanctuaryofwomen.com May we be drenched by the beauty of small things today. I read,
"Art is a meditation on the dream of God for the world." How have I revealed that dream today? Have I paused and noticed how that dream has been revealed to me today? When have I reflected on what that dream is? Am I willing to reveal LOVE'S dream ... in food preparation? in gardening? in construction? in dialogue? in decision making? in relationship? in teaching? in use of time? in care for the environment? in companioning? in silence? in acts of charity? May the artist within each of us reveal LOVE'S dream today. There is much we are called to protect -
the sacred pause ... the role of the artist ... the intrinsic beauty of space ... simplicity ... the dignity of each human being ... silence ... curiosity ... goodness ... the gift of intuition ... peace ... grace ... the anawim ... bird song ... heart song ... May we offer our protection and blessing to all who need it today. Antonio Machado penned,
"Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt, marvellous error! - that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures." May we develop the art of converting our failures into something as pure and sweet and miraculous as honey. Beautiful is not a big enough word to describe ...
a new day inviting me to live fully, consciously, attentively. Beautiful is not a big enough word to describe ... the over-abundant generosity and beneficence of Mother Nature, replacing and replensihing while we pillage and plunder. Beautiful is not a big enough word to describe ... the delicious sweetness of the water that flows from my tap. Beautiful is not a big enough word to describe ... the warm caress of sunlight on a crisp winter's day. Beautiful is not a big enough word to describe ... the mystery and the wonder of LIFE. Beautiful is not a big enough word. May we delight in the lexicon of LOVE that surrounds us each day. In her blog www.sanctuaryofwomen.com Jan Richardson suggests,
" ... our mothers are our first landscape, our original terrain, creating and sheltering us in the space of their own body. When we have mothers who know, or learn along the way, how to keep creating the landscape for us, and with us - when they can fashion a terrain that provides both sanctuary and the freedom to find the contours of our own life - that is gift indeed." May we today give thanks to all the women who have fashioned the contours of our life. We make our mark in many different ways.
We write our name inside books and at the end of letters. We engrave love notes inside lockets and rings and pendants. We shout our message from billboards and banners. But what do we enscribe in our heart room? What writing do we put on the walls of that sacred space within? Because what is written there is reflected in the words we speak and the actions we take. May this day be an opportunity to sit in our heart room and ponder on what is posted there. Daniel Ladinsky, in Love Poems From God, writes,
"Even after all this tme the sun never says to the earth, "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that - it lights the whole world." May we refract the light we receive today, like a prism, sending LOVE out every which way. |