This -- I said to Percy when I had left
our bed and gone
out into the living room couch where
he found me apparently doing nothing -- this
is called thinking.
It's something people do,
not being entirely children of the earth,
like a dog or a tree or a flower.
His eyes questioned such an activity.
"Well, okay," he said. "If you say so. Whatever
it is. Actually
I like kissing better."
And next to me,
tucked down his curly head
and, sweet as a flower, slept.
Percy (2002-2009) from Mary Oliver's "Dog Songs"
"I want a chance to undo it. I want to work my needles back through the craziness of that moment and all the unseen, unknown moments that led up to it, and then reknit to a different now.
But time ain't made by sticks and string. And life isn't knit, but sewn. Once the fabric of our thought and vision are cut, it’s done. The severed pieces of our experience can never be rejoined, only mended.
And the best we can do with the scraps is to treasure them...set them aside for another time and place, to be arranged into something new."
~ Crys Williams, needlework, 12/17/2012
You are tired, friend.
Your body aches to rest.
You have wanted to fall apart for so long.
To let go of your defences.
To be transparent and authentic.
Your cynicism has protected you.
Your fear has served you well.
Your dreams of enlightenment were beautiful dreams.
But there is no need to hold your 'self' together any longer.
Or simply stop pretending that you don't know 'how'.
The vastness will hold you.
Only illusions can disappear.
The deeper the heart breaks
The more love it can hold.
Don't tell me you are not worthy.
Don't tell me you are not made of stars.
- Jeff Foster www.lifewithoutacentre.com
Kiss your own fingertips
and hug your own curves.
You are made of waves and honey
and spicy peppers when it is necessary.
You are a goddess,
I hope you haven’t forgotten.
- Emery Allen