What are the sources of the sacred in our lives? Really, beyond church and sacred texts, how
do we, even as children, know what is sacred and what isn’t?
Life is a treasure…treat it with________?
“Follow your heart,” the saying goes. I see an image of a
heart as a compass. So the question, “How did I get here?” And the answer, “I
followed my heart--or I failed to.”
We can revisit poems, too, changing the perspective. My poem,
“Namaste” offered fraught impressions of others who were present with me at a time
of profound tragedy. For practice, and from a place of calm and increasing
awareness, I rewrite it from their perspective, looking at me.
Los Angeles
is a good place to find hope among the hopeless.
Who am I? Why am I here? What was I born to do?
How a sea of yellow mustard flowers sprouted in the two
weeks while I was gone, to run like a golden river along the trail where I
climb. The plant that greets me in the middle of the road, across the street
from the place where we greeted each other years ago, where I held the back of
her head while we embraced, where we poured out our hearts.
The courageous person enters deeper and deeper into the
mystery, knowing s/he doesn’t have the answers--and then, when s/he gets some,
going deeper.
Take your heart, for example. What is that? Hold it in your
hand. What does it mean when you give away your heart?
For your journal/discussion, respond to any of the items in
this post, or go “off-trail” and see what you find. Write or share about your
discoveries or questions here or with another.
