I'm caught between the fear of getting complacent about Mr. Drump. The political turmoil is teaching me to let go again. (Not forget or get quiet but I do not want to create more turmoil.) Obviously the only way out of this, or through this, is to dig deep and begin to see everyone as a human being and not a 'human doing'.
In three days I'm going to a week long silent spiritual retreat with Adyashanti in California next week. We'll get to talk to him once daily in the midst of very long all-day silent meditations. No internet. No phone. No speaking (except to him during Q & A in the evenings). I'm very curious about the perspective it will give me.
Let Go of The Rope
One gunshot shocks the crowd into silence.
One thought explodes hundreds of emotions.
No matter your words,
the morning breeze moves fast.
The sun rises for us.
The birds fly no matter the news.
Trees invite enemy or lover.
Let go of the rope
Thoughts are too tight.
Let go of the rope.
Random shots from my backyard...
Spiders in the Fall. I call them all "Charlie." Every one of them.
All these Charlie's in the fall... Making their home in my pathway.
Charlie is beautiful and annoying.
I often bump into one of his webs and say, "Jesus, Charlie, again? Find a room!"
I love roses and rain.
There is so much we forget in a simple moving creek.
A thousand motions of water all flowing toward something bigger than itself.