If you read my previous two posts, you know I have been waiting for tigers to show up. This is what I found on my back step this evening. They just showed up and have taken up residence in my yard. Do they count as the tigers I was expecting to appear??
Yesterday I shared Pema Chodron's telling of the story of pursuing tigers above a cliff and waiting tigers below and a mouse gnawing on the escape vine. And choosing to enjoy the strawberry that was right there. The story triggered memories of a few of my dreams of late. I've dreamed of tigers pursuing me … Continue reading Synchronicities: I suppose tigers are next . . .
I've had two or three or four dreams of tigers pursuing me these last few months. And then I read Pema Chodron's Quote of the Week. And I remember the delicious strawberries I enjoyed in Savannah a couple of weeks ago. So juicy, so red, so sweet. From Pema Chodron: "There is a story of … Continue reading Of Tigers and Strawberries
It was a perfect April day, and I friend and I decided to meet in Cartersville, Georgia at the Etowah Indian Mounds. Unlike the Rock Eagle Effigy Mound in Eatonton (my post on that here), these mounds didn't emanate energy (or at least I didn't feel any). This place must have been a secular rather … Continue reading Etowah Indian Mounds
If I want to keep something or someone at arm's length, all I have to do is analyze, intellectualize, rationalize. But if I want to know it or her or him then I follow the advice of Hafiz. You need to become a pen In the Sun´s hand. We need for the earth to sing … Continue reading In the Sun’s hand
Part of my celebratory mini-retreat last week included walking the labyrinth. I discovered labyrinths over a decade ago at a workshop, and I was hooked. Labyrinths aren't mazes. You simply follow the path in and then follow it back out. For me, walking a labyrinth is moving meditation. It's a way to let go of … Continue reading Walking a labyrinth