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Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Strong Pull of Quietude
High on a ledge overlooking the mighty river, lured by tender plants unhindered in their growth by the harsh forces of nature, exposed as they are on that precarious cliff.
Wrapped in the warmth of my own silence, listening to the wind, the train clatter along the track, deep waters flowing steadily below.
Feeling at home in my breath and the strength of my body (that day), allowing me to step cautiously to the edge.
I sat in the movement around me, shallow roots nourished by equanimity with those grace filled plants firm and swaying; sustained by the blessing of Presence, temporarily inside and outside of time.
I am feeling the strong pull of quietude, even here at home in the daily busyness of family. Eight days away from the Internet and emails reminded me how much I value being both outdoors and indoors, un-tethered to a computer. This nurturing online community has been my umbilical chord for such a long time now. I appreciate the succor of very real companionship journeying with you online. Yet I am hearing a different call, perhaps the combination of back-to-back retreats and the blanket of snow I returned to, are inviting me to be HERE in the physical world with greater attention. I Heart Macro will remain steady, and I will post photos for the remainder of December, but the trend toward fewer words that began in November with the gratitude practice of Hakarat Hatov, recognizing the good, in relative silence is an intention I feel compelled to continue. I'll leave comments on. I might pop in to say hello on your blogs, but mostly this is a time for me to just be.
Wishing you every blessing,
man of kindness rest
in the nest of light you wove
held in peace sweet soul
I learned this morning of the passing of a blogging friend, Joe Spado, a dear man, who understood the human heart so well. Today is also the funeral of the mother of a childhood friend… and two days ago we celebrated my daughter's 17th birthday. Time flows in and out of memory, like the river, on and on.