Wednesday, July 15, 2015


This poem describes where I am at right now... waiting.

It feels like a "dark night" in contemplative language. Nothing satisfies. Despite my desperate need for more income, I'm tired of chasing after shiny things and don't want to start anything new. The whisper I hear is to simply "be a practitioner."

I am trying to be patient, live one day at a time and allow life to unfold.

So here I am.

Creating a clearing.

by Martha Postlewaite

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.

Thanks to Christine Valters Painter for posting on Facebook:

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