Monday Musing

The Seed Cracked Open.

It used to be
That when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
“What am ‘I’ going to Do?”

That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed in this body,

Doing the shopping together in the market
And tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.

Now when I awake
all the internal instruments play the same music:
“God, what holy mischief can ‘We’ do for the world today?” ` Hafiz, The Gift

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Monday Musings

Ghost Poppies, LKW

Ghost Poppies, LKW

“You are the keeper of your own struggle. And you are the keeper of your own impatience. Frustration. And grace too. Of the generosity of your own heart. You are the keeper of your gratitude and courage. Your bravery and intention. Exhale.

And so — you and I. We are each the keepers of our own story — of the kindness we choose to share, of the struggle from which we choose to rise above — and our own joy too.

Today, shine powerfully. Let the rain of your life — be it from a leaking roof or the disappointment of 1,000 moons — find redirection toward something greater. Walk in the sun. Choose joy.” ~ Katie Thurman, Bella Grace magazine, Vol. 1, Issue 1

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