What bird is this?
The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise it looked like an egret. I’ve never seen another like this. If you know, leave a note.
the magic of snow in San Antonio
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You don’t have five different selves that you can keep separate. You have one life. One mind. One heart. One cup, if you will. Your challenge is not to separate one cup from another, erect boundaries between each, and then somehow balance them all. Your challenge is to move your life, tilt your life, intentionally imbalance your life toward those few specific moments that will fill your one cup
Marcus Buckingham, Find Your Strongest Life
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separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than a sword
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than a sword
Nazim Hikmet
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Sorrow is a river… and happiness is the name
of a fish who swims downstream.
We are learning to fish in the river
of sorrow
excerpted from “The Name of a Fish” by Faith Shearin, from The Owl Question
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2010/03/18
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(this post was reblogged from deadwriters)
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart…
William Wordsworth (via deadwriters)
- Takashi, Heartbeat count of the earth
Like A Dragon in Water
Practice is not something we do; it is something we are. We are not separate from our practice, and so no matter what, our practice is present. An ocean swimmer is loose and flows with the current and moves through the tide. When tossed upside down in the surf, unable to discern which way is up and which way is down, the natural swimmer just lets go, breathing out, and follows the bubbles to the surface…
– Pat Enkyo O’Hara Roshi, from “Like a Dragon in Water,” Tricycle, Summer 2002
