Little birds — sparrows, juncos, chickadees — dance at the feeder, filling their bellies. A red-tailed hawk hides in the trees at the back of the pond, waiting patiently as snow and wind whirl and howl. I wonder if he is contemplating the animal tracks in the snow and on the ice, hoping to manifest breakfast. Pema Chödrön said, “Give up all hope of fruition,” because hope robs us of the present moment. The hawk abandons hope and swoops. Breakfast has arrived.
Yoga is a light, which once lit, will never dim. The better your practice, the brighter the flame.
B. K. S. Iyengar
All beings are encompassed within one all-encompassing great energy: So I understood from the coolness of this morning’s passing breeze.
~ Mumon Ekai
What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.
Your first parent was a star.
~ Jeanette Winterson
(Rain on the window. Photo by Robin)
A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain. ~Arabian Proverb
11 March 2012 update: I’ve been wanting to once again write small stones to go with my images, but haven’t been able to find the time because of traveling, gardening, and life in general. This week I am going to work on getting things in order so I can set aside the time as if I have a very important appointment.
In the meantime, I’ll release a few more posts from the private files. (A couple of years ago I made almost all the posts on this blog private. I’ve been wanting to switch them back to public, but don’t like to do it all at once since it means an email goes out to subscribers every time I switch one over. There are about 700 private posts. Nobody wants 700 emails from one blog.)