Delighted yesterday morning. Rain sounds. Gifts falling.
Calling my child-like heart out, still in my nightgown. Puddle, warm water, small miracle, state of wonder. Delightful.
8.1.19 jojo
If we allow instinct to rule us, we would never step away from the morays and ruts created by our surroundings and inherited habitual ways.
Playing safe, never taking risks, limits experience, knowledge and limits getting to know each other.
Building walls makes us insular, ignorant, cut off and incestuously too close.
Stretch yourself. Question yourself. Question each other.
When we feel the ground slipping away we reach out like a baby grabbing at the air,
the Moro reflex or startle reflex. An instinct when free falling.
I found this passages that might be helpful.
Or at very least delightful.
from Mary Oliver
To lose myself inside this soft world- to instruct myself over and over in joy and acclamation. Not am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.
Oh good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these - the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass.
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