perhaps both
and neither . . .
I believe I am here to enjoy the mystery that Life is,
but also to learn and to grow,
hone and strengthen my spirit,
and to get glimpses of a Greater Consciousness,
of which I am a part . . .
I wonder if I’ll miss this beautiful earth
when I am gone . . .

. . . all that I need.
And I have learned better
how to ask,
and when not to ask.

Living like this
brings an awareness of how deeply we are connected . . .
we are not only connected,
but we are one.

I really make an effort
to see what appears to be ‘other’
as a wounded and distressed part of myself,
not as an evil interloper . . .
not always easy.
But then,
who told us Life would be easy?

. . . from everyone who has ever loved me,
and even from those who haven’t.
Sometimes it takes time to see the gift in everything that comes my way.
It is all extraordinary . . .

It reminds me
of how Great everything is . . .
I am in awe and wonder . . .
there is so much more than me
and yet,
I am a part of it.

I was actually thinking in terms of
weeds=undesirable parts of ourselves . . .
or unpleasant people or circumstances.
Then,
making the garden analogy
I realized that actual weeds are not necessarily undesirable,
which brought me to a place where balance is required . . .
all things in moderation.

Weeds are people too . . .

The weeds teach me to be vigilant . . .
if I don’t tend to my garden regularly,
they will sprout up and strangle my plants.
Oh yes,
weeds do have their rightful place,
but not in my garden.

Weeds also teach me to appreciate all beauty . . .
take for example,
the humble dandelion . . .

regarding pilgrimage and journey,
the Parable of Mushin
by Charlotte Yoko Beck
comes to mind…
http://hack.org/mc/texts/the-parable-of-mushin.txt

Know that you are not alone,
dear Caroline.
My heart is with you.

…so true.
A shared burden is a lighter burden…

Beautifully said,
dear Antoinette!

Well said,
dear Betsy!

Funny…
this same talk came to my mind
when I saw the Question…

Life is a spiritual practice,
dear Christina . . .

🙂

…love it,
Louisa Mae…♥

…my favorite poem of Mary Oliver…
so beautifully said.
Thank you,
Pambythelake,
for posting this.

Yes . . .
I too believe that all ground is holy,
as are its inhabitants…

I began this practice of writing five things every day
over ten years ago,
and I tell you
it has truly changed my life…
blessings on your new beginning.