THIS IS HOW IT IS
Another 50 -Word Story
There is a time in autumn when the leaves on the sycamores
start to dry, the wind blows. Listen to the rustle sweep
over you. Soon, your body sings, you rustle. You blow
through the trees across the meadow. You hear. If,
perchance, the flicker calls now, you will disappear.
What grabs you and pulls you deep into the present?
What bird song or bird call does it for you?
What animal always makes you pause and draw a quick breath when it crosses your path?
When were you so moved? How long has it been?
Go outside. Today. Get some Sacred connections.
Blessings,
William
P.S. SIMPLY SERENE - Four Amazingly Powerful Ways to Be Instantly Alert and at Peace -- will serve you well if you want some guaranteed ways to become present. I talk about the famous Owl Eyes in depth in this one.
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Showing posts with label season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label season. Show all posts
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, September 24, 2007
“The Spiders Are On My Tomatoes!”
“The spiders are on my tomatoes!” she cried, “and my husband is in front of the TV watching football... ”
The seasons change. Here in the northern hemisphere my patient laments the coming of winter, the loss of her garden signaled by the spiders, and the loss of her husband to televised sports until spring. He does emerge in the spring along with her flowers.
What is your lament about the season change?
How can you ritualize the loss of the last season?
What can you get excited about in the season to come?
You can make your seasonal transitions beautiful when you look with an artist’s eye or a poet’s heart.
And remember Ecclesiastes’ wisdom text.
To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
The rest goes on in this fashion. I am fascinated by the pairings. (You can read it all here.)
Dive into the seasonal changes.
My goal is to enjoy the loss of each season, and celebrate the new season.
Farewell summer,
William
The seasons change. Here in the northern hemisphere my patient laments the coming of winter, the loss of her garden signaled by the spiders, and the loss of her husband to televised sports until spring. He does emerge in the spring along with her flowers.
What is your lament about the season change?
How can you ritualize the loss of the last season?
What can you get excited about in the season to come?
You can make your seasonal transitions beautiful when you look with an artist’s eye or a poet’s heart.
And remember Ecclesiastes’ wisdom text.
To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
The rest goes on in this fashion. I am fascinated by the pairings. (You can read it all here.)
Dive into the seasonal changes.
My goal is to enjoy the loss of each season, and celebrate the new season.
Farewell summer,
William
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