Writing
drives me. I am Written when I put pen to page, fingers to keyboard. Everything
happens on the page: fears, fantasies, truth and fiction. My life
happens on that page. I depend on writing as much as on my breath.
(10
Aug 2012)
Stillness
reminds me that silence will come.
Silence
enfolds me tenderly.
Solitude,
that single speck that is a gift in a lifetime of undeniable interwovenness.
Like
the spider webs spanning unseen the empty spaces, so too, stillness and silence
and solitude repair me to that interconnection with all.
A
moment to breathe.
A
moment to gather.
A
moment to be.
(31 Aug 2012)
These
writings are like the waters that flow,
the
trees that sprout,
the
flower petals that innocently follow their path—the only path they’ve got.
Being
open in order to hear the call, then being willing to heed the call—to action,
to being. Then practicing patience as I wait for specific direction.
So
I make these pages here my Life, offering up every aspect of it to the Divine,
a mantra.
I
feel in this small moment, a breadth—a connectedness to a larger thing. I can
feel right now how I am interwoven with everything else.
I
take solace, comfort, joy in this.
I
find peace.
I
am One with all that is. Not a single one. A “one” that is part of “One”.
That’s the difference. That’s how we find our way, our direction, the details.
It is not in getting smaller; it is in getting Larger. This is the beauty of
it.
(31 July 2012)
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