2013.03.25 _ 69

Meditated in the morning.

So many words and actions to get lost in. Allowing myself and others to be is not trivial.

Appreciating my fellow travelers, from this small group here to the large historical communities of seekers. All the searching, all the communication, sometimes digging through thick layers of difference, reaching out, touching deeply.

He went to the door and they all followed him. he raised his head and roared, "Now it is time!" then louder, "Time!"; then so loud it could have shaken the stars, "TIME". The Door flew open.

(C S Lewis - The Last Battle, Book 7 in the Chronicles of Narnia) edited 12:48, 25 Mar 2013

Time.... yes maybe now is the time.... to do what should have been done, if only someone had been brave enough to do it, but they weren't and blood has been shed.
Enough now, it is time enough to do what should have been done.

Peaks, valleys, little shocks, a flood of might-have-been-differently so. That passes, keeps on, passing. Well, I wanted to know. Romanticized foolishness... naked siddhas dancing. Wisdom digs her heels into an open wound. edited 21:00, 25 Mar 2013

::: On a sunny day
::: Pendulum clock is ticking
::: In an empty home

As the sun promises a week of clarity, 'into spring', she says
I feel a bit hesitant to come out of the winter gloom, into the fresh, tho brisk light
Is this hesitation to change, to come alive as new spring growth?
The power of stasis surprises me, and helps me to move into the sunshine.

Just reading your micro-attentions slows me down, Maxine.

Feeling the poignancy of Eden's haiku as well... coming back to read a few times.