Monday, January 27, 2014

don't do a thing

Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing
Just rest.

For your separation from God,
From love,

Is the hardest work
In this

Let me bring you trays of food
And something
That you like to

You can use my soft words
As a cushion
For your

- Hafiz from The Gift

If you are silent, be silent out of love.
If you speak, speak out of love.

- Saint Augustine

(A reminder for me this week, these words by Augustine.....)

And a more recent poem to start your Monday - Christopher Wiseman's "Calgary 2am" which begins:

In spite of the fact that it's twenty below
and winter has gone on for five long months,

in spite of being starved, starved almost to death
for greenness and warmth, flowers and birds...

{please read the entire poem here}

Calgary, for those of you who live elsewhere, is a city which is about a 3 hour drive South from where I live (Edmonton).  This morning as I write this, it's -18c. And I, too, am starved for greenness and warmth, flowers and birds. Also, light. Usually we can at least count on some fantastic winter light, insanely blue skies, but oh, it's been a grey one. And by now even the snow is dirty and old looking, weary looking. 

And maybe we are most attentive to light when there is so little of it - in the depths of winter. 

Yesterday afternoon the light in the kitchen was magnificent, though brief. I kept shooting the same flower over and over, trying to get at something, the way you're right there within a miracle, and you want to call everyone over to look at this ordinary light streaming into your everyday kitchen, but it's changing right before your eyes. 

Yesterday I was starved for light, for beauty. And then there was this:


  1. Shawna when the sun shines through my winter is bliss. : ) m.

  2. Thanks for sticking with the light you knew was's a beauty!


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