The Dalai Lama is quoted as saying, “Sometimes the best thing to ever happen to you is NOT getting what you thought you wanted.” Spiritual evolution comes when we begin to see that the negative events of our life are actually the good things. That these same things, places, events were providing us an opportunity to see the world and ourselves completely differently. That they are meant to strip away our illusions, mainly, about ourself. When you can see beauty and motion and grace in negatives….well…then you are really onto something.
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Little Gem
“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes.”
~ Jedi Master Yoda
Special thank you to Satyam T. Das for posting the quote in “Be Here Now” group on the Insight Timer app
Canyon: Haiku V
Van Gogh’s Nap
The quilt is for someone else. A body that will fill the space that now lies empty. Not my room and yet it is all about me, so I come here often. Shafts drift through Grannie curtains I should’ve taken down, but there’s no more money in the coffer so lace dresses up the poor girl’s pockets. The cats purr on the sills marking the territory with sonar and fur. Nothing much here, except my heart beats louder as I step across the threshold and smell the coconut verbena candles. Something of me that is good and sound lives here. Paint brushes stick out of the overstuffed closet that holds my art. Spent tubes and coffee stir sticks are meant to look neat in cups on shelves. Neat and art are antonyms, really, but I need the order in the chaos to feel accomplished, if at nothing more than organization. If the closet door is closed it’s a lovely, pristine guest room waiting quietly for visitors. But open that door and it’s color and chaos spill into the room a garden of wild flowers. My mind couldn’t be better described and maybe that’s why I come here. To see myself in furniture, folded blankets and used up canvases. The cat stretches in the sun and I lie back on the day bed in the warm pool of light, too. It is right to nap in the light and chaos of one’s creative genius. At least until the guests arrive.
Sunset Trio: Photo Poem 18
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Sunday and the TuTu: Photo Poem 17
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Everest
“The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived”. The sentence has no qualifier. This moment now. Not two days ago or when that lottery ticket hits it’s impossible sequence of numbers. This moment now. Its one of those curious phrases that hangs in your brain on a coat rack of ideas. It has an odd potency like tea leaves read in the bottom of a cup. That phrase stands alone and crystal clear. This moment I am in right now is the best moment I have ever lived. Seriously, if that doesn’t stop your train of thought even briefly at Main Street and Spruce nothing will. This moment now.
You have to dig deep when you embrace it. It doesn’t merely suggest your adventure is happening now, it’s saying unequivocally that your ship has left shore, the sails are full and your sword is fully polished in its haft. Not a journey that’ll start with the promotion you’ve been vying for or the relationship you’ve been hungry to have. Whatever your luck, good, bad, indifferent it’s the best possible circumstances unfolding for you right now to make your story your own. More than this it suggests that the secrets to all the mysteries lie in this ridiculously loud, chaotic, poor, wealthy, busy, mundane, habitual, silent, lonely life you lead. “The moment you are in now is the best moment you have ever lived” is the genie in the bottle. The diamond found in a cardboard box. It’s Everest.
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If pain, sorrow, regret, confusion or fear are appearing in your present experience right now, do not turn away, do not use the labels ‘dark’ or ‘negative’, do not assume any kind of cosmic deviation or ‘sin’. For these are sacred and intelligent life-movements, all, undivided from the vastness of creation, waves of the limitless ocean of Self. They are your beloved children, all, forgotten movements of yourself, longing for your warm presence – a moment of undivided attention. “Remember me!” they cry, one last time, and will you ignore them today? Or will you finally accept your birth right? Will you remember that everything you long for is already appearing, disguised as everything you reject?
Will you remember that you cannot be anywhere other than Home?” ~ Jeff Foster












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