Etcetera...
Random reflections that seemed meaningful enough to share...
On balancing outward energy and inner peace...
Counter Point
It’s the kind of sky you only see in winter – that deep, rich blue unequaled in creation. “Sky blue” doesn’t do it justice, but what else is there? Cold wind flushes my cheeks and forehead, yet warm sunlight filtered through a leafless pecan tree paints silhouettes on the white planks of a tool shed. In those shadows moves an image, drawing up my gaze to find a red-bellied woodpecker poking amongst the ripples of the tree bark, seeking her afternoon snack. A stiff gust rattles the branches overhead, but louder still are the rat-a-tat-tat of her pecking and the call of other birds scattered throughout the woods beyond the wooden fence. My little dog sighs a muffled “woof”, tugging the leash between her teeth to say “let’s play!”
Such moments are my reminder. No matter how significant seem the trials and troubles that occupy our waking hours, they are but a small, small part of the much larger world in which we walk. Caring about the concerns of our man-made world is part of being human – an obligation owed for living in a community of others. But, the soul that experiences moments such as these and the heart that loves awareness are a heart and soul that cannot long harbor anger nor ever tolerate hate. I pause. I remember. I smile. Have I told you about this sky?
Counter Point
It’s the kind of sky you only see in winter – that deep, rich blue unequaled in creation. “Sky blue” doesn’t do it justice, but what else is there? Cold wind flushes my cheeks and forehead, yet warm sunlight filtered through a leafless pecan tree paints silhouettes on the white planks of a tool shed. In those shadows moves an image, drawing up my gaze to find a red-bellied woodpecker poking amongst the ripples of the tree bark, seeking her afternoon snack. A stiff gust rattles the branches overhead, but louder still are the rat-a-tat-tat of her pecking and the call of other birds scattered throughout the woods beyond the wooden fence. My little dog sighs a muffled “woof”, tugging the leash between her teeth to say “let’s play!”
Such moments are my reminder. No matter how significant seem the trials and troubles that occupy our waking hours, they are but a small, small part of the much larger world in which we walk. Caring about the concerns of our man-made world is part of being human – an obligation owed for living in a community of others. But, the soul that experiences moments such as these and the heart that loves awareness are a heart and soul that cannot long harbor anger nor ever tolerate hate. I pause. I remember. I smile. Have I told you about this sky?
On leaving legacies for when we're done...
Full Speed Ahead
From the bow, the far shore seems a forever distance away, and no amount of speed can close it fast enough. While behind, your wake stretches unimaginable lengths, ripples reaching shores you’ll never see, waves on water announcing your passing without your knowing. But we do not steer from the stern. Full speed ahead!
Full Speed Ahead
From the bow, the far shore seems a forever distance away, and no amount of speed can close it fast enough. While behind, your wake stretches unimaginable lengths, ripples reaching shores you’ll never see, waves on water announcing your passing without your knowing. But we do not steer from the stern. Full speed ahead!