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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Resting 'till Summer

It wasn't until I got back home and looked at this shot on the computer that I noticed my mom's maiden name, Knowles, in white letters on the back of this tall hay wagon.

11 comments:

Suz said...: nice photo..one of those that holds a story
but the info about your moms name
I was there with you
what a moment
warms my heart for you; March 3, 2010 9:16 AM
ELK said...: oh this thrills me when it happens M. what a special moment; March 3, 2010 2:52 PM
Oliag said...: Another message...Special indeed!
xo; March 3, 2010 5:19 PM
magpie said...: goosebumps here; March 3, 2010 5:32 PM
Teri said...: Isn't it great how this happens? When you least expect it, a message is sent from "there" to "here". I love it! And, some may think that "oh, that is just coincidence" but not me. A certain sign of a message that should not be ignored. I know you won't.; March 3, 2010 6:35 PM
lucy said...: a beautiful shot in its own right, but extra special now. i love it when the universe sends you a message like this.; March 3, 2010 6:58 PM
Christina said...: i love signs, just love them.
xo; March 3, 2010 7:37 PM
Sherry said...: These are the magical moments in life.; March 4, 2010 11:11 AM
Steph said...: I took a picture of this wagon the other day too...I love how it just sits in the field; March 4, 2010 2:53 PM
Bethany said...: sweet.; March 4, 2010 8:36 PM
JC said...: Wow, what a nice find!; March 7, 2010 11:30 PM

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

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Resting 'till Summer

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