Take it slowly, my love. If you need the time to think and look thing over, do it. If you require reflection on your emotions
Paper poppies bloom, as fragile as the lives they represent. Every year it is the same, I try to find some way of saying what is in my heart and the words will not come. I was not there, I have no right to speak of war and its atrocities. I have not seen it with my own eyes. I have never aimed a gun at another human being and been faced with the choice whether to kill or be killed. I have not tried to sleep in cold mud made from the earth of a foreign land mingled with the blood of my comrades. I have not lost my child to war.
I have no right to speak, but nor have I the right to remain silent when the price of my freedom to speak was so high. I have a duty to my own conscience and to all…
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There is often a harmony between ancient stories and modern psychology. Yesterday’s reading in the Catholic liturgy reminded us to “stay awake“. When the Buddha started to teach, he met some who, recognizing something special in him, asked: “Are you a god?” He simply replied: “I am awake.”
So…. staying aware of what is around us, pausing and noticing – not taking small things too seriously or getting submerged in the worries of this Monday – seems to be related to psychological health.
Goethe gives us a simple practical way :
A man should hear a little music,
read a little poetry,
and see a fine picture every day of his life,
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful
which God has implanted in the human soul.
Just in time for Halloween, this gal built an elaborate nest in a small maple sapling. When I saw her she was just inches away from my face, causing me to jump back in surprise. “Oh! Hello there!” She didn’t seem bothered by my curiosity and photo-taking.
Know in this moment
Life is about letting go
With every exhale,
As you fall asleep at night,
You follow life’s flow.
Stop resisting life
and holding on so tightly.
Its time to let go.
As the last leaves seem to cling to the trees, I wonder what I am still holding on to.
This is the time to recognize what we are resisting and allow ourselves to go with the natural flow of life … by letting go.