‘How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives.’
– Annie Dillard
‘I’ll tell you right now, the doors to the world of the wild self are few but precious.
If you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door.
If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.’
– Clarissa Pinkola Estés
‘The pain of a hard goodbye is the heart’s tribute to the privilege of love.’
While I slept and drifted through other worlds,
you slipped into the next.
The heavens shook as you joined him again.
two lifetimes of pain lifted,
the tremors felt here on earth.
I can see you in the storm right now,
and will always see you in the crows.
I will miss you so much.
I love you somehow and always.
Rest In Peace.
Molly Sathyananth Vidhyaprakash
(A date she’d certainly prefer not disclose – 10/12/19.)
‘There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in the water with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.’
– Unnamed Hopi Elder, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona
(And I’m sorry it took me falling on my ass)
I counted my veins everyday,
(for a year)
seeing without seeing
looking for an answer
(that lay elsewhere)
watched how they moved,
(as) though apart from me
willed them a different way.
This dam has two functions.
It chokes out the river,
what it could never lose.
Love is an
inexhaustible pool of energy
A heart breaks.
The spirits of the rainforest
cry, as it burns.
We as people MUST sing,
We must be Here,
— We must dance in the rain.