on the sixth day

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember
how you made it through, how you managed to survive.
You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over.
But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm,
you won’t be the same person who walked in.
That’s what this storm’s all about.”~Haruki Murakami

“As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.”
― Anthony de Mello

Spiritual awakening is about discovering what’s true. Anything that’s not about getting to the truth must be discarded. Truth isn’t about knowing things; you already know too much. It’s about unknowing. It’s not about becoming true; it’s about unbecoming false so that all that’s left is truth.
-Jed McKenna

Thanks to Woodland Gnome for tuning my attention to quotations as blogging resources, this has been fun!

Awaiting your presence in the forest is her post on Perseverance 🙂

Be freely welcome to engage in this ~three day three quotes~ blogging venture and if you do I hope you’ll leave a link in the comments so I can enjoy your post too, thanks!

“May you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of your wealth.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true,
The kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.”~Irish Blessings



jet streams::great salt basin

I’ve been enjoying this three days/three quotes invitation from Woodland Gnome, especially in paring and sharing photographs with quotes from our 7 day drive to Arizona in April, which began in Virginia went through West Virginia, Kentucky, a corner of Tennessee for the crossing of the mighty muddy Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico to Tucson.  We made some numerous right turns, you turns, and lefties to get there as we had an atlas in hand and mapped ourselves as we travelled, despite having made a previous route.  The kids liked the mapping and the atlas and the changes in plans and we discovered that the roads we were driving were the Trail of Tears route, which eventually led us to the Sante Fe Trail along with lots of discussions about who’d been there before us, where did they come from, where we’d been and where we ought to go next.

These pictures are from Oklahoma, where we first saw the wind turbines:: giants dancing while generating power right beside oil and gas fields with cows on top of it all.  As you might imagine, this gave rise to many questions:: about power, electricity, resources, beauty, perspective, relativity, essence, people, farming, and much more.  There were so many teaching moments in Oklahoma, one of which was that beauty may very well reside in the eye of the beholder::what perspective would you be holding?

“The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.” ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“It’s a good thing to have all the props
pulled out from under us occasionally.
It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet,
and what is sand.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle

“I dreamt we walked together along the shore.
We made satisfying small talk and laughed.
This morning I found sand in my shoe and
a seashell in my pocket.
Was I only dreaming?”~Maya Angelou

“The mind can go in a thousand directions,
but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace.
With each step, the wind blows.
With each step, a flower blooms.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

I hope you’ll visit Woodland Gnome’s garden, and should you choose to do so::look with a keen eye for something fine there in resides.

If you’d like to participate and leave me a comment indicating your interest, I’d be happy to pass on the invitation tomorrow:: unless you’re comfortable with simply joining 🙂


two little birds

For I want to be in the light with you
In those spaces between branches
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
While the children gather pinecones and sing.

In those spaces between branches
Lay your head on my lap
While the children gather pinecones and sing
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs; braid vines around your head.

Lay your head on my lap
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs, braid vines around your head
For I want to be in the light with you.


desert backyard home to lizards
cousins to our water loving salamanders and newty wizards
though consider:: lizards are easier to follow around
they scuttle about on the gritty ground,
to play with newts means getting in the creek
leaf mold, upturned rocks, under rotten logs taking a peek

slick, damp, muddy wet
the air itself all over you’ll sweat,
now lizard where he is it’s hot and dry
butter melts in a few minutes under the clear blue sky
no kidding, in the wrapper it turns to oil
bubbles up once its begun to boil

overflows and dries up so fast
the empty rectangular paper tells the past,
lizard wizard it was great being with you
seeing all the places you hang about too
now it’s back to newts and frogs,
fish in the pond and leaves and logs 🙂