And all will be well...

I wish there was a way that merely thinking about this blog would transform my thoughts into typed words that would appear here...but alas such is not the case. I've been gone too long.

Life intervenes and keeps us from the promises we make to ourselves. We all too often put ourselves at the bottom of our "to do" lists. Illness knocks on our door and escorts us to bed and we find it easy to stay there - in spirit at least - long after we are recovered. But eventually we get back up and drag ourselves back into Life, dutifully noting that it has continued right on schedule without us...

And what am I doing when I'm "away"?

Breathing out and breathing in.
Practicing Reiki.
Practicing tonglen meditation.
Trying to get out of my way.
Trying to keep the promises I've made to myself.

The nice thing about being my age is the comfort that comes from knowing that my life - and my breathing- mimics the tides. In and out, out and in. Things, thoughts, people, ideas... they come and then go. Feelings ebb and flow. All is as it should be and each moment is perfect if I just acknowledge it as so. Each moment is a gift.

And I know with a deep certainty that "all will be well"... I'm back!

p.s. my roses are blooming and they are beautiful!!!

Just for today...

May I be at peace.
May my heart remain open.
May I awaken to the nature of my true being.
May I be healed.
May I be a source of healing to all living things.
- Joan Borysenko in Pocketful of Miracles

I love this...

You, the one
From whom on different paths
All of us have come.
To Whom on different paths
All of us are going.
Make strong in our hearts what unites us.
-- Brother David Steindl-Rast quoted in God Has No Religion by Frances Sheridan Goulart

On dandelions...

Dandelion Energy

The dandelions are having a field day in my garden, and, truth to tell, I love their perseverance and joyous abundance. One could do worse than follow their example. They bloom where they are planted - betwixt and between rocks, in the middle of flowers beds (well, they are flowers!) - anywhere they happen to fall in their teensy seed state. And what a sense of humor! They snuggle up next to my prized plantings and challenge me to figure out how to loosen THEM without doing harm to their bed mates.

I went around last week digging them up while they displayed their cheerful yellowness, convinced I was beating them at their game of Go Forth and Multiple. How is it that I never noticed that just because you pluck them as blossoms, they don't die as such? No! They transform themselves into a fluffy afterlife even as they lie tossed in a heap where I left them to die...and with the first gentle breeze they are off to be born again.

I think that I will bow to their insistence and acknowledge them as full, contributing members of my garden - just as I have with the wild violets that paint my garden a vibrant purple. They thrive without any help from me. And who am I, anyway, to call them unfit to live in a "proper" garden? Who, indeed...

The pure in heart...

Blessed are the pure in heart who believe in the magic of faerie dust! What a joy it was to share the magic of believing in possibilities with young and old alike...Lillianna is one tired faerie!