"They fall, and falling, are given wings." Rumi, translated (as Google tells me) by Coleman Barks. It's a poem about love, and Google took me here to find it. Hello, Cynthia Large, Quaker artist, resident in Berkeley. Thank you also for the beautiful magic lanterns.
Today would be a good day on which to make sky-circles of our freedom, yes? To take those chances, to find that the sky lifts us, never lets go of us, asks only that we trust that it will do what it has always done. The birds here nest in the eaves and above us in the - what's the word? - porch, outside the back door where we stack logs, keep ranks of flowerpots, our boots and the box for the post.
They chatter a lot, those birds, with the excitement - let's keep this going - of everything that goes into being a bird, and every year, they come back for more. And then at night the bats make their sky circles. How would it be to have such a high-speed freedom, flashing through the peripheral vision, making sound beyond [my] hearing?
In the inbox today an invitation to three days of "Dreaming the New World" in late October. From Sue Weaver and Marcus Mason at Heaven & Earth. Three days of "Teaching, Meditation, Ceremony, Personal and Planetary Healing, working together in the Medicine Way" near Redruth. This is going to stick in my mind.
And here is the thought that came of it.
Today would be a good day on which to make sky-circles of our freedom, yes? To take those chances, to find that the sky lifts us, never lets go of us, asks only that we trust that it will do what it has always done. The birds here nest in the eaves and above us in the - what's the word? - porch, outside the back door where we stack logs, keep ranks of flowerpots, our boots and the box for the post.
They chatter a lot, those birds, with the excitement - let's keep this going - of everything that goes into being a bird, and every year, they come back for more. And then at night the bats make their sky circles. How would it be to have such a high-speed freedom, flashing through the peripheral vision, making sound beyond [my] hearing?
In the inbox today an invitation to three days of "Dreaming the New World" in late October. From Sue Weaver and Marcus Mason at Heaven & Earth. Three days of "Teaching, Meditation, Ceremony, Personal and Planetary Healing, working together in the Medicine Way" near Redruth. This is going to stick in my mind.
And here is the thought that came of it.