‘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
‘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.
I want to move closer into the heart of the world.
I want to feel
I want melody to dance through my skin.
This is all we have.
As much control as we had in our arrival
Is how little we’ll have upon departing
*when you live in each moment, you’ll find yourself with less plans. Stop looking forward
You. Primal thought;
but there’s much more, I
couldn’t write through
The poetry in everything
we’ve ever said to each other. I guess that’s how you know
A single note is played,
sent into space,
pulsing through the layers
we can’t see.
Everything about that moment, and the one before, and the one after, is different.
The note dissolves, and still remains
I can see it through my tears.
‘There are so many kinds of beauty. Some people love roundness and softness, and other people love sharp edges and strong muscles.
Some people like thick hair like a lion’s mane, and other people like thin hair that pours down like an inky waterfall, and some people love someone so much they forget what they look like.
Some people think the night sky full of stars at midnight is the most beautiful thing imaginable, some people thing it’s a forest in snow…
There are a lot people with a lot of ideas about beauty. And love. When you love someone a lot, they just look like love.’
– Rebecca Solnit
‘Staring down from the bridge
at the moon
in the river, who
could know, without looking
up, it stands whole above
its shattered self.’
– Tess Gallagher
Today I split myself in half
– then pieced myself back together
I handed over my heart and body
– then accepted them straight back again
The richest man would have nothing but a map
of where the fuck he was headed
but the rest of us will walk straight into walls
self immolate, with a smile
– perhaps recognising what we’ve done, at around the half-way points.
There’s something in that, even if it doesn’t have a name, nor usually any fans.
I can feel fire, I can touch colours, I can see love, I can look down
and there’s nothing left –
but my Self