Be like a train; go in the rain,

go in the sun, go in the storm,

go in the dark tunnels!

Be like a train;

concentrate on your road

and go with no hesitation!
~Mehmet Murat ildan

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.

It turns what we have into enough...

.........and more.

It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.

It can turn a meal into a feast,

a house into a home,

a stranger into a friend.

~Melody Beattie

Don't be satisfied with stories,

how things have gone with others.

***Unfold your own myth.***

I hope you will go out and let stories,

that is life, happen to you, and that

you will work with these stories . . .

water them with your blood &

tears & your laughter till they bloom,

till you yourself burst into bloom.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Goodbye Summer 2012

A few last looks at summer before the winter darkness really sets in.............

Thursday, 20 September 2012

I Only Went Out for a Walk

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till 
sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.   ~John Muir

The path around Christ Church meadow,
which meanders along the River Cherwell.
August 16, 2012
Yesterday by four o'clock I felt very out of sorts, restless, and scattered.  The glow of the "happy and glorious" Olympics has been waning every time I've watched the BBC Six O'Clock news and real life has begun to creep back in.  

It's no secret that, having lived most of my life under the wide open (and blue) skies of the western United States, I find city life difficult and the Oxford spires, as beautiful as they are, can feel a bit claustrophobic at times.  This means that Christ Church meadow and I are old and very dear friends.

As I turn right off the High Street, and onto Rose Lane, it doesn't take long for my breathing to slow and my mind to still, so yesterday's restlessness dissolved the minute I hit the path, it's Cotswold limestone glowing gold in the late afternoon light.  

All this hurrying will soon be over.
Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

As I become more quiet, Max of course becomes more animated--chasing squirrels and ducks and geese.  He wasn't too happy as I stopped along the way to take pictures, but he begrudgingly gave me a few minutes here and there.  Max was also patient as I slowed our walk down to my heartbeat and by the time we were back on Holywell Street, surrounded by the spires again, we were both calm instead of restless and serene instead of scattered.

We have forgotten what rocks and plants still know -- 
we have forgotten how to be, to be still, to be ourselves, 
to be where life is here and now.
                                                  ~Eckhart Tolle 

Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs.  And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth,  feel the hem of Heaven.  You will go away with old, good friends.  And don't forget when you leave, why you came.    ~Adlai E. Stevenson

            Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.   ~Ovid