Tuesday, June 15, 2010

silent rant

I'm tired of talking about silence. I don't want to go to a workshop and talk about facilitating silent retreats. i don't want to talk about who's fault it is that we stabbed our mother in her heart and can't heal the wound as she bleeds to death.

I'm praying for equanimity of spirit and a cheerful heart in the midst of sadness.
Thank you trees for speaking to me in the language of compassion and comfort.

We are not powerless. We are powerful. Sending Love to our Ocean multiple times daily can shift the balance of destruction that is happening.

We don't have to know how......we just have to recognize that the power of love is greater than any power active in the Universe today.

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
~ Mary Oliver ~


badfaerie said...

Please forgive me Robyn, but the idea of talking about silence seems so ironic to me. Or maybe that's oxy-moronic.

People "get" things when they are ready. What you say now may not make a difference in their lives for many years. Then suddenly it surfaces when and where they are ready to understand, and boom, you've changed a life 5, 10, 15 years later.

You've already changed mine!

heartgarden said...

I appreciate your speaking out from a heart-filled desire for moving beyond "fixing" or "projects" and encouraging people to look deeper, more quietly within.