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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

the quiet miracles that seek no attention



A rose in our daughter's room began to lose its petals, transform itself. She was away at summer school and had left her door open. The light invited me in. Seemed a blessing.






Here's what I'm focusing on these days. Being present. Responding to the call of my gift. How can you write and create for as long as I have, and forget, even, that what I have is a gift? Remember when you first discovered you were good at writing, or painting, or photographing, or making beautiful things? The joy in that.


For Presence

by John O'Donohue

Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.

Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.

Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.

Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.

May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.

May anxiety never linger about you.

May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
soul.

Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
no attention.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.



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The rose, the moment of the rose in my daughter's room, seemed to be one of those miracles that seek no attention....




Meanwhile. Calming links:

Do you find riding on a train to be calming?

Why you should write in a journal, no matter how cheesy it sounds.

Elgar's Enigma Variations.

And, have you seen the video, Saturdays, on the Kinfolk site?




3 comments:

  1. OMG! thank you for the train links--

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  2. So glad you like them :) Pretty cool, hey?

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  3. All so wonderful. Thank you for these moments (and reminder) Shawna.

    (Me, I love the tri-tone moan of a train whistle.)

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