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Dear Lover of the World,

As I was making my bed this morning I was thinking about the relationship between fun, childlike sensibility and beauty.  I reflected that the childlike perspective is one that’s open, discovering, interested, amazed. My thought was that – with this perspective –  it’s possible to see beauty and delight all around me and at any time.  

I went next to my meditation room to begin my morning contemplations and ruminations.  Still thinking about childlike sensibility – about what it looked like in the adult world – I settled myself to begin my morning time.  Reaching for a Mary Oliver book of poetry called Thirst that lay on my footstool, it opened to this poem that was a delightful continuation of my solo conversation.

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My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird –
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. (more…)

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Dearest Forgiver of Impossible Things,

Sometimes, especially lately, we find ourselves walking down our own road – reasonably content perhaps – facing forward, headed into the known or unknown as the case may be, when we encounter another going the other way, carrying a great burden.

They seem a stranger but there’s something uncannily familiar in their face. As we pass shoulder-to-shoulder, the center of gravity of their burden suddenly shifts to our shoulders, spinning us ‘round into its sucking draft.

If this happens to you, quite suddenly you find yourself following a piper of the unpleasant past, listening to dissonant tones. Your forward view forgotten, the past rises up like specters of woe or pain.

What looms may be as yet unforgiven – a betrayal by another, or perhaps a memory of yourself in the errors of your own ways. Even those you have forgiven are sometimes seemingly back again. Maybe it’s a criticizing parent or an unloving spouse, a past tormentor. They plague and wrestle with you, bending your mind away from its forward axis. (more…)