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Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving

I hope your Thanksgivings are filled with abundance,

and the presence of friends.

10 comments:

Leau said...: I know this will be a hard holiday for you all but with the abundance of memories you have shared I know you have great comfort in a life well lived. I also know it will be a lovely time of remembering. So here's to the abundance shared, in the moment and in the heart. smooches; November 26, 2009 9:18 AM
Suz said...: You are so sweet to remember us all...your mom raised one heck of a girl! Give thanks for love!
And may I add.. how crazy I was for that photo of the cardinal in the sea of red berries!
Like us...loving...surrounded by love!
God be near you today; November 26, 2009 10:02 AM
Marie said...: Stay well, m.
xxx; November 26, 2009 10:25 AM
lakeviewer said...: Abundance and friends, great combination.

Happy Day!; November 26, 2009 12:18 PM
Christina said...: I am thinking of you and your family.
I hope your thanksgiving is filled with lovely and warm memories.
xo; November 26, 2009 2:00 PM
Teri said...: Melanie--I have never in my life seen a Cardinal. How incredible for you to be able to take a pic of one!! It seems like you have an abundance of wild life AND friends. I am giving thanks for you!; November 26, 2009 3:51 PM
Bethany said...: Oh that photo with the cardinal took my breath away.
Thank you.
Sending it all back to you 10 fold.; November 26, 2009 8:59 PM
Oliag said...: Abundance and friends and memories...much to be thankful for...thinking of you today:); November 28, 2009 7:01 PM
SE'LAH... said...: Likewise...I hope your thanksgiving was filled with love and light.

One love.; November 29, 2009 2:01 PM
Isabel said...: I hope your Thanksgiving was full of love and family. I know your mom was around her girl, because moms always are.

xox

Isabel; November 30, 2009 8:24 AM

Meditation on Affliction

Assailed by afflictions, we discover dharma and find the way to liberation. Thank you, evil forces!

When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!

Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!

Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!

Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!

Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!

We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.

— Gyalwa Longchenpa

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

— Rumi

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving

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