Inside: this pain, these dreams, the memories of love and joy that will never be in this world, Nasturtium flowers, ripe wild plums, the surprise of someone doing something for me (instead of the usual other way around), the surprise of discovering a certain way of looking, magical moments that define a life and tell me a different story of who I am, different from what I’ve been told a hundred times; outside, bees and butterflies buzzing among the ever miracle I planted and those who voluntarily showed up…
”Any attempt to educate, counsel or heal that leaves nature out is corrupt” says Mike Cohen
I would add: “any attempt to love and live that leaves nature out is a mistake”
People talking nonsense, noise and clutter everywhere, the burden of long and tiring journeys back and forth every day, the imperfection, the focus on what doesn’t matter, the conflict, the ugliness…
Trees calling me, you magically appearing in my inbox, a book with perfect words, the love of these cats and dog I call mine, my son reading “Sophie’s World” and discussing the meaning of life, the feeling of being in love in a very different way. Perfectly red tomatoes tasting like juicy apples. The magic of Life, the Flow…
“Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,
the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you,
say to the silent Earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Joanna Macy