Replete

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

— Mary Oliver

After Hours

“Take a shower, wash off the day.

Drink a glass of water.

Make the room dark.

Lie down and close your eyes.

Notice the silence.

Notice your heart.

Still beating.

Still fighting.

You made it, after all.

You made it, another day.

And you can make it one more.

You’re doing just fine.”

― Charlotte Eriksson

Temples

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.”

— Beau Taplin

It’s In Our Nature

Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.”

— John Wooden

Ever have those weeks where you come out at the end completely drained? Come last Friday night, I had absolutely no more energy left for anything. No conversation. No eye contact.

I took this as a sign to recharge and spent the whole of Saturday in stillness. I visited the crystal store because my eye needed to see beautiful, ancient things, drank multiple cups of tea and ate orange Baumkuchen cake, rewrote dreams and goals in my journal and even created an amazing new essential oil blend I’m in love with (it contains a heart of rosemary, cedar and lavender. What’s most incredible though, is that while citrus notes are known to be volatile – as in, the first to flit away, this orange base really endures). It was a day spent entirely (until Bacchanalia later that evening – fantastic service) in my own company and it felt g-l-o-r-i-o-u-s.

Sunday night rolls around and I began to revisit the event(s) of the week that got me down. It wasn’t even A Thing. But this time, instead of thinking about the shoulda, coulda, wouldas, I just prayed and mediated and it has made all the difference. Sometimes you can talk to almost everyone about your feelings – your lover, your friends, your family – and those are wonderful. But there’s also nothing like talking to the One who knows your thoughts even before you think them; who knows every emotion even if you can’t articulate it for yourself. With everything now put back into perspective, my heart feels so much lighter, ready to take on the new week.

Remember, you are still here…

Fortune Cookie

“Stop trying to

build a shrine

from the scraps

of a love now lost.

There is nothing 

left to salvage.” 

— Noor Shirazic

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