Have you ever cleaned something that gets dirtier and dirtier as you clean it? I bet you that most of us would get frustrated and throw the rag in. But for me, who has been clumsy all her life, I see the humour in the messes that keep me in one place until it is ready to let me finish and go. To me, that feels like something at least wants me to linger in that place a tad bit longer.
Lately I am meeting people who are talking about cleaning up our world in a profound way. And when I listen to their measures, I wonder how long it will take for them to clean what might become even messier. And how lucky if I could be there and linger with them as they unleash their magic upon us.
One man, is talking about taking us humans, one by one, as if we were each a grain of sand. He will pick us up lovingly, one by one, as we enter his space and polish us with his gleaming eyes. And he will wash our feet and honour our journey.
As I did our laundry today and hung it up on the clothesline, I felt the Sun suddenly shine, as if the only thing she was waiting for and needed to do today was to dry my family's clothes. And why not? I dare to say, are we not particles of the same stardust that the Sun recognises as being her own?
I know a lady who wants to make aging a glory. The way it used to be, when the life you lived was a matter of fact and now you take your place at the campfire - a clean sage sitting in the front teaching the young ones with your story.
In so many years on this planet I have never felt at home. And now I do. I own this home so much that I am going to walk on it, wherever I feel like walking, This is where I am and I am here. I feel in sync with the rotation of the Universe and I feel me spinning in my own orbit. My gravity is strong and stable and I tilt on my axis in the lilt of my birth. The dust is getting dustier around me as I coalesce with my powers and I smell like Earth on a rainy day.
There is a woman who has the guts to say that she will want only what wants her. She calls it "a conspiracy of soil and water and Spirit and me. They belong together." She has crystal blue eyes and I can see into them now and I do not need to imagine what on Earth will be so endowed as to get to want her! There - a clean contract of wins.
It is not funny how we get thrown into our lot. I read it in books from all ages of time and I wonder why we continue. Is there a chance that we can create a conscientious Human Race right off the bat? So that no one else would understand this blog or relate to it? A guarantee of freedom, given that worries and grief will come, and all that living entails will be lived with a degree of attention to humanity.
This man I hear is going to show up in the names of Love and God all the way from the man in his mirror as he cleans his teeth in the moring to the end of the world! Conscientious and aware - as in paying full attention - watching with eyes awake, sans blinders, witnessing our awakenings. And, and ... hear this - he wants to take it upwards too, he will take it from the ground up on the ladders of the Corporate world.
All I know today is that my life can be one with the deepest and farthest spec in our big wide world because it is. And I belong to this messy dust that whirls all around me, and I am loving every moment of it. You know Why? Well, because it means that I am still alive and that, my dear friend, is the best that I can be for now.
Lately I am meeting people who are talking about cleaning up our world in a profound way. And when I listen to their measures, I wonder how long it will take for them to clean what might become even messier. And how lucky if I could be there and linger with them as they unleash their magic upon us.
One man, is talking about taking us humans, one by one, as if we were each a grain of sand. He will pick us up lovingly, one by one, as we enter his space and polish us with his gleaming eyes. And he will wash our feet and honour our journey.
As I did our laundry today and hung it up on the clothesline, I felt the Sun suddenly shine, as if the only thing she was waiting for and needed to do today was to dry my family's clothes. And why not? I dare to say, are we not particles of the same stardust that the Sun recognises as being her own?
I know a lady who wants to make aging a glory. The way it used to be, when the life you lived was a matter of fact and now you take your place at the campfire - a clean sage sitting in the front teaching the young ones with your story.
In so many years on this planet I have never felt at home. And now I do. I own this home so much that I am going to walk on it, wherever I feel like walking, This is where I am and I am here. I feel in sync with the rotation of the Universe and I feel me spinning in my own orbit. My gravity is strong and stable and I tilt on my axis in the lilt of my birth. The dust is getting dustier around me as I coalesce with my powers and I smell like Earth on a rainy day.
There is a woman who has the guts to say that she will want only what wants her. She calls it "a conspiracy of soil and water and Spirit and me. They belong together." She has crystal blue eyes and I can see into them now and I do not need to imagine what on Earth will be so endowed as to get to want her! There - a clean contract of wins.
It is not funny how we get thrown into our lot. I read it in books from all ages of time and I wonder why we continue. Is there a chance that we can create a conscientious Human Race right off the bat? So that no one else would understand this blog or relate to it? A guarantee of freedom, given that worries and grief will come, and all that living entails will be lived with a degree of attention to humanity.
This man I hear is going to show up in the names of Love and God all the way from the man in his mirror as he cleans his teeth in the moring to the end of the world! Conscientious and aware - as in paying full attention - watching with eyes awake, sans blinders, witnessing our awakenings. And, and ... hear this - he wants to take it upwards too, he will take it from the ground up on the ladders of the Corporate world.
All I know today is that my life can be one with the deepest and farthest spec in our big wide world because it is. And I belong to this messy dust that whirls all around me, and I am loving every moment of it. You know Why? Well, because it means that I am still alive and that, my dear friend, is the best that I can be for now.
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