Tag: wandering in wondor

the miracle is to walk on earth in a sacred way as a free and easy wanderer of wonder breathing in the rhythm of the waves  dwelling deeply in the present moment feeling every wild cell humming with abandon in the inner quiet of the stillpoint… in honor of the 3rd anniversary of Mary Oliver’s transition, i walk in silence with Mary in the deep woods living the quest ions she inspires me to contemplate…

“Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?”

Mary goes on to answer by saying…

“And I say to my heart:

Rave on.”

and

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it”

in her much loved, Wild Geese, she is the words above and the words below telling about her life all the while supporting and comforting us as we walk home with her…

“You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. / Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain / are moving across the landscapes, / over the prairies and the deep trees, / the mountains and the rivers. / Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, / are heading home again. / Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, / the world offers itself to your imagination, / calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— / over and over announcing your place / in the family of things.”

let us close with Mary’s closing words…

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and

real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

thank you, Mary, beloved sherpa of the natural world for devotedly sharing your wanderings in wonder…

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“Attempt what is not certain. Certainty may or may not come later.”

~ Richard Diebenkorn ~

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“One doesn’t arrive… by necessarily knowing where one is going… In every work of art something appears that does not previously exist, and so, by default, you work from what you know to what you don’t know.”

~Ann Hamilton~

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such an extraordinary moment we are in with our whole island home on pregnant pause,in the liminal space of a mutation cycle, a transformative collective initiation calling us into true reality where everything is uncertain and unknown and it’s still the moon of april, national poetry month, so i offer a posting so in sync with where we are now… some of the great Polish poet’s, Wislawa Szymborska, acceptance speech when she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996…

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“the poetics of not knowing

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists generally. There is, has been, and will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of all those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners — and I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.”

…I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended. If Isaac Newton had never said to himself “I don’t know,” the apples in his little orchard might have dropped to the ground like hailstones and at best he would have stooped to pick them up and gobble them with gusto. Had my compatriot Marie Sklodowska-Curie never said to herself “I don’t know”, she probably would have wound up teaching chemistry at some private high school for young ladies from good families, and would have ended her days performing this otherwise perfectly respectable job. But she kept on saying “I don’t know,” and these words led her, not just once but twice, to Stockholm, where restless, questing spirits are occasionally rewarded with the Nobel Prize…”

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yes, may we earthlings consciously choose to follow the sacred calling of this moment to enter the inner wilderness of transformative imagination, of not knowing, of wondering for it is the surrender to not knowing that seeds our co-creation of a sustainable universe where all relatives flourish… strength and courage, beloveds!

are you feeling called now more emphatically than ever to go and do the heart work? as we witness and listen to thousands and thousands of beings across the planet rise in concert with Venus to be and do the heart work of facing into shadow material and proclaiming enough is enough with racism, violence and dehumanization or better, deanimisation, as we want to include all beings; these triplets of the dying dominance worldview giving way more and more to real-eye-sing unity, peace and interconnection…

for a moment, i want to move from the macrocosm to this microcosm honoring the quintessential days, the last five days of five years ago, the anniversary of the dogstar, the blue star rupturing open my physical eye awakening  seeing predominantly with the spirit eye…

today, i’m called to contemplate the old story of there’s a spirit in everything, a genius, a divine spark that we are all called to re-member so Rilke’s words quoted in the image arise organically as do Michelangelo’s:

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

and even more emphatically when he says…

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

aren’t these words all an excellent instruction manual on doing the heart work of aligning with great spirit, rainbow mystery, the one heart, creative process, authenticity?…

yes, listen, listen, listen ever more deeply to our heartsong… release the spirit of the wise pilgrim navigating the journey, the genie always within every bottle/body… and then, may we all proclaim, free at last, free at last, free to…

walk in beauty on the path today

breathe it in and be carried away

by whispering winds demanding their say:

behold the wonder of each moment this day…

hallelujah! ha ha, hey hey, it’s dolphin day!!

from the moment we climbed aboard the boat right at the dock, the dolphins were out in full force to greet and welcome us so very soon we joined our relatives in the ocean and swam and swam with pod after pod…

such an electric energy field…. enthusiastic, exuberant, ecstatic….

there wasn’t a moment when i was not encircled by dolphin who received so much of our collective pain and suffering quickly transmuting to laughter and joy… and love, so much love…

leading us in a session of laughter yoga, weended our sublime communion with singing, you are my sunshine…

awaken with aloha in the ohana home overlooking kealakekua bay for a day of exploring dolphinville… heading right down to the beach, every step transports one deeper and deeper into the abundance of infinite love and gratitude or aloha and mahalo…

later, we venture over to two step beach to swim with our relatives only the dolphin aren’t out when we are so we venture over to the neighboring historical and sacred site of place of refuge…

so aptly named as it feels like sanctuary, peaceful place of repose for all seeking asylum….

though i could gaze into the reflection pool forever, the park will be closing soon so we get back over to the beach for yet one more spectacular sun sinking into the ocean in communion with quite a gathering of sun gazers….

thank you, thank you, thank you for such a day of  sunrise to sunset in the ocean of devocean…

may we all awaken in iridescent rainbow mystery…

arise with the sun on this last moment of dwelling in our lava cliff nest… soon, we take a half moon flight around the island returning to the dolphinville area where we began this magical journey of wonder and awe six days ago….

following a beautiful communion with the geese formation, we begin our voyage northward along the coast and find the most stunning picnic site at laupahoehoe point beach park… mesmerized by the powerful waves crashing the lava rocks, i am so content breathing in and out in the rhythm of the waves…

next, we land in the sacred  waipi’o valley of the two-facing cliffs on this clear day where we can see forever including the island of maui…

flying onward, we roll into the hills of cattle country before turning southward and landing at the beautiful sandy beach of  pu’ukohola heiau…

after a lovely swim, we continue our southern flight route to dolphinville arriving for a spectacular sunset…

blessed be!