Category: Meditations

“Did someone say that there would be an end,
An end, Oh, an end to love and mourning?
Such voices speak when sleep and waking blend,
The cold, bleak voices of the early morning
When all the birds are dumb in dark November—
Remember and forget, forget, remember….

Now the dead move through all of us still glowing,
Mother and child, lover and lover mated,
Are wound and bound together and enflowing.
What has been plaited cannot be unplaited—
Only the strands grow richer with each loss
And memory makes kings and queens of us….”
―May Sarton

Whose memory makes you richer in spite of the loss?

Sometimes you just head out into the day, prepared to be carried along by whatever breeze may find you, buoyed by a sudden lightness that you find within.

Where have you been carried by whimsy?

Halloween issues an invitation to turn toward the mysterious, the hidden, the things that excite and frighten us because we don’t fully see or understand.

What intrigues you even if it doesn’t appeal to you?

People are commonly accused of “airing our dirty laundry in public.” And surely not everything needs to be on display. But on the other hand, one way to get your laundry smelling fresh and clean is to allow it to air out, and that might just mean having it hanging in the public eye.

What has felt cleaner and more wholesome to you after you allowed people to see it?

Sometimes you can see the other shore, but you just can’t figure out how to get there. It isn’t easy to stay in that place of waiting and wondering, but that tends to be the place where the solution eventually appears. The boat out on the horizon might be headed your way.

What are you waiting for?