Tuesday, April 19, 2011


It's interesting how on an overcast rainy day, the kind of day I am assuming most would consider dreary, the surrounding beauty is even more astonishing.

It's also interesting that the act of trying to fix what just is, to make it perfect in our own eyes, just seems to take away from the beauty and leaves us with a bigger mess or something faked...not to mention...just makes those who try grumpy people.

Thursday, April 14, 2011


The natural rhythm, if allowed to, will set your mind at ease and draw you back home from the out of sync anxious frenetic places you have unknowingly given yourself to. You already have more than you are aware of. Everything you need. There is no great distance that needs to traversed...you're already there. What's at issue here is a matter of perception. And walking through that more than likely will feel like a difficult climb up a mountain...well, at least at the beginning.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.~~~Thich Nhat Hanh

Friday, April 08, 2011


"Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?"~~~

GK Chesterton

I was doing some reading today back through my blog archives searching for something. I didn't find what I went there looking for but instead found something even better. The poem above and what follows below is from one of Linford Detweiler lovely letters. Linford is from the band Over The Rhine. This is the kind of stuff we are in need of allowing to simmer a bit. Lingering awhile with that which is good, is good

"I’d really be okay with this being my epitaph. (Linford is referring here to the Chesterton poem above)

When I was younger I would often write myself short job descriptions. I was thinking out loud about what might be worth hanging a life on, a life I was willing to sign my name to:

-Create spaces where good things can happen.

-Give the world something beautiful, some gift of gratitude,
no matter how insignificant or small.

-Write love letters to the whole world.

-Build fires outdoors, and lift a glass and tell stories,
and listen, and laugh, laugh, laugh. (Karin says I’m still working
on this one. She thinks I still need to laugh more, especially at
her jokes, puns and witty asides.)

-Flip a breaker and plunge the farm into darkness so that the stars can be properly seen.

-Do not squander afflictions.

-Own the longing, the non-negotiable need to “praise the mutilated world.”

-Find the music.

I still crave the extravagant gesture, the woman spilling a year’s wages on the feet of Jesus, the rarest perfume, washing his feet and drying them with her hair, a gesture so sensual it left the other men in the room paralyzed with criticism, analysis, theoretical moral concern - for what - the poor? Or was it just misdirected outrage in light of the glaring poverty of their own imaginations?"

Wednesday, April 06, 2011


Real beauty is a much different thing than is the idea of beauty in modern times. Real beauty is quiet and seeks no attentions but instead dwells in a way that one must be paying attention in order to see and to hear. Silence and subtlety may have fallen out of favor in this postmodern time we now live, but beauty is still as beauty has always been....and is not moved by that which masquerades around these days under the new banner of beauty .

Sunday, April 03, 2011


From the section "One of the Greatest Sins is the Unlived Life" from the book Anam Cara
"The shape of each soul is different. There is a secret destiny for each person. When you endeavor to repeat what others have done or force yourself into a preset mold, you betray your individuality. We need to return to the solitude within, to find again the dream that lies at the hearth of the soul. We need to feel the dream with the wonder of a child approaching a threshold of discovery. When we rediscover our childlike nature, we enter into a world of gentle possibility. Consequently, we will find ourselves more frequently at that place, at the place of ease, delight, and celebration. The false burdens fall away. We come into rhythm with ourselves. Our clay shape gradually learns to walk beautifully on this magnificent earth"

Friday, April 01, 2011