Red-Winged Teacher

13 08 2017

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Hello my red-winged friend.

Here for our daily visit –

you on your post;

me sitting beside you.

 

You welcome me to your home with a song –

your hospitality soothing;

your flight beautiful across the meadow.

 

Teacher too –

landing on the thinnest of reeds;

trusting that you will be held;

closing your wings, giving up flight.

Now balanced –

trusting yourself to something greater;

trusting yourself to the nature of created order without question.

 

Tell me again your story.

Sing to me again your song.

Teach me again how to trust.

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Life rises…

21 06 2013

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What is this longing pushing its way through the dark soil of my soul?

What is pleading to be birthed from the depths?

Ego – do not repress this blossoming by sowing your seeds of fear;

do not drown it with denial,

nor choke it with the weeds of self-doubt.

 

Freedom’s fruit is only patience, perseverance, and perception away;

 Life rises in the letting go;

in the Trusting…

 





I wonder…

9 02 2013

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I wonder what hands have opened this door?

I wonder for what, for whom, and to where?

And I wonder about its story of how it ended up here?

 

I could ask the same of me…





Pathways…

5 12 2012

The paths we walk –

            lush and green…

            at the edge of things…

            leading us toward Light…

            with imagined-filled canopies…

            inviting us into the unknown…

rising, revealing potential stumbles…

            traversing between  shadows and Light…

never a promise given;

 

but – maybe so…

always an adventure;

the Sacred present – always…

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Wild and Tamed – our paradox…

9 10 2012

 

 

 

 

While on a hike, I came across this fence separating the neatly trimmed grass and the free growing, untamed grass. A line from Mary Oliver’s poem, “The Summer Day”, came to mind:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

(from New and Selected Poems, 1992)

I also noticed that the fence is bowed as if each side pushes toward and longs for the life of the other. I wonder if this is a parable of our own lives?





On the Edge…

27 07 2012

 

 

 

 

 

On the edge . . .

between falling and getting back up;

between losing and discovery;

between hope and despair;

between joy and grief;

between light and darkness;

between holding on and letting go;

between the status quo and exploration;

between play and depression;

between noise and silence;

between hearing and listening;

between the masks we wear and

the beauty of who we really are;

between choices . . .

 

May we have the courage to seek Truth within these “between” times.

May we have the grace to listen to Truth when it is given.

May we risk stepping into Truth’s sacred space — just a step at a time.

And may we know that we are not alone on this journey . . .

 

 





Just being…

28 05 2012

Just being whom they have been created to be –

no more,

no less.

Oh to learn from such a teacher… 

 

 

 

 

 

(Cromwell Valley Park, Baltimore, Maryland)