30 July
The multiplicity
of tasks, and multiplicity within tasks, feels a bit like too much. Yes,
of course it’s too much to accomplish in one or two days. But piece by piece,
it’ll work out, get done.
31 July
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 to hear
the call, then being willing to heed the call (to action, to being). Then being
patient 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.
1 Aug
How can I hold
my own values in such a way that accounts for polarities and recreate them as
wholes? How can I forsake the tendency to make, place, prioritize my values for
compassion, gentleness, earth-centered living as “better than” and simply bring
this all back into dynamic interplay with all that is? I am just like the
things I judge as “broken” when I so situate my own preferences, inclinations,
(even inspirations,) ahead of others’.
2 Aug
How can I write
my way to peace? I can write my way to pieces – blaming, criticizing, laying on
story thick as peanut butter. In what manner might I write my way to peace?
Pieces: small bits (or large) – separate from. Peace: wholeness – everything
together as One. Perhaps the only way to peace is by accepting the entirety of
the pieces? The latter is about fragmentation; the former is about union,
connection.
3 Aug
A memory of a
circular pool of fresh and salt waters. Vision. Movement in stillness.
Stillness of fluidity. Death and aliveness as One. Sacred circles where pieces
(humans, one by one) become a Whole, together. A friend who learns peace
through grief, not in avoidance of, or distraction from, it. A woman whose
pieces turned to Peace by writing, dissecting, examining the fecundity of raw
fear like broken, fragile, sharp pieces of glass – the very act through which
she brought back Wholeness. When we deny a single part (piece) of our
experience, we become imbalanced; the only way to restore balance is to accept
the fullness of our experience. We can take a few steps into acceptance and find
ourselves squarely at the center of our experience. The balanced place.
Wholeness.
All blog photographs taken by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted.
