Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Bodhi is HOME! He is up walking and energetic and full of spunk. The lines on his foot indicate the progressive demarcations the doctors used to track the black areas of poison as it spread up his ankle. The swelling went much higher. Now it looks fabulous by comparison.
Once home, he decided to venture outside and stand on the step where he was bitten. Bodhi is like that. He doesn't sit and ponder fears, allowing them to grow and overtake him. He just walks into the middle of them and sits right down until his natural tendency to embrace life overtakes them. When he stood there he said. "You know mom that wasn't a bad snake or a nice snake. It was just a snake. You can't be mad at a snake for being a snake".
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
"Fear is love under a different name! In letting fear arise without trying to get it to go away, it finally shows up as what it really is -- love. Let love choke you, let it throttle you, let it surrender you, taking the fight out of you. How? By letting fear be as it is, without analysis, without labels, without any agenda to be rid of it."
"Once you have reached a certain level of consciousness, (and if you are reading this, you almost certainly have), you are able to decide what kind of a relationship you want to have with the present moment.
Do I want the present moment to be my friend or my enemy? The present moment is inseparable from life, so you are really deciding what kind of a relationship you want to have with life.
Once you have decided you want the present moment to be your friend, it is up to you to make the first move: Become friendly toward it, welcome it no matter in what disguise it comes, and soon you will see the results. Life becomes friendly toward you; people become helpful, circumstances cooperative.
One decision changes your entire reality. But that one decision you have to make again and again and again -- until it becomes natural to live in such a way."
~ From: A New Earth, by Eckhart Tolle
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Aching and longing, grasping at other,
A deluge of tears.
The world opens, singing heart, a symphony, a wide embrace.
Sunrise born and never dying,
Salted river, seeking sea.
All this water all this longing, arms extended empty still.
Mind in stillness, never knowing,
I, the river. I, the sea.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Now that's one profound eleven year old.
So I'm learning how to be a rose, sort of, a little at a time. Now, when I set strong boundaries, Owen will occasionally smile at me and say, "Good mom you're growing thorns".