No pretty pictue today. Look out your window and take in whatever you see.

I’ve been struggling with the events of this week and looking for help to process it.  This morning two wonderful pieces of writing came to me through blogs that I want to share with you.  First a poem that takes my breath away from So We Can Talk Awhile  I will hang this one above my desk:

Yes We Can Talk

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching, just opening
.
No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations that rub into a pearl

So we can talk awhile, but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea
And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight,
I too feel alone, but seldom do I face it squarely enoug
to see that it is a door into the endless breath that has no breather
into the surf that human shells call God.

– Mark Nepo

And then a link to “Osama bin Laden is dead. One Buddhist’s response.” by Susan Piver.  Really good stuff. 

Ciao,
Anne

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