“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where others see nothing.”
– Camille Pissarro Outside green is dotting the world, coming up through hard soft ground. rising up on bare brown twigs, peeking out from the decaying carpets on the forest grounds. This is the first rule of magic, seeing beauty where there seems none to be found. It is in the bleakness rubbing up against spring’s hope that allows us to see. To see the sky aching with longing for length and blue. To see the last breath of winter, exhaling its grip of long fallow and gray chains of gloom. To see the sugar ants arriving uninvited and now welcomed house guests along our kitchen floorboards. To see the red-pink stems of the peony pushing up through our garden debris. To see the yellow finch at our feeders singing his clear throated exuberant song of fluttering, wheezes and stutters. To hear the first slant of gold light flickering through our windows in tune with the robin’s 4 am call, welcoming dawn and spring to our doors. This is love and loss, sisters of the heart. May we find beauty in the most humblest and the smallest of ways. May it teach us its path of sight, simple, breathless-nothing beauty. May we weep in its presence. Today is Metta Monday When: 2 pm Where: 1765 Glenview Road, Glenview in the Patio Shops Cost: No Fee. Donations and poems appreciated. Where two or more are gathered something beautiful grows. Love, Wini PS. Gratitude pouring. raised enough funds to buy 5 meditation cushions! Thank you to all those that contributed-- your support helps those that attend Metta Monday to ‘take a good seat’ and ‘hold a posture of dignity and ease’. Thank you, thank you, I am so grateful. Posted Below Warmth & Care for the Heart: 2 Poems. 3 Quotes. 2 Instagram. 1 Tedx Talk. 1 Song. 1 Book. 1 Interview.
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“...run my dear from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.”
“…run like hell my dear from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.” — Hafiz This poem. This wisdom. This sacred action, run….”run my dear. Run like hell” for anyone or anything that does not see you. Does not hold you sacred, does not see the holy moving, breathing, taking form through you…you! The holiness that exists inside everything, everyone. Run, dear one, especially from yourself–from the part of yourself– that does not see the truth of who and what is here, and insteads listens to (and believes too) the crazy-making voices that have taken up residence inside the cave of your head. You will know them by their tone. They tend to speak in the language of shame, blame, berate, betray, demand, and whispers of sweet broken-not good enough-no value into you. Their only intent is to harm. to put gorgeous you, and your exquisite budding wings in a tightly sealed-off box with the hope to destroy, suffocate, and stow away your Light. Hold you hostage from Love. Run, dear one, run, the world needs your Light. Today is Metta Monday When: 2pm Where: 1765 Glenview Road, Glenview in the Patio Shops Cost: No Fee. Donations and poems appreciated Where two or more are gathered something beautiful grows. Love, Wini PS. Below Nourishment for the Heart: 2 Poems. 3 Quotes. 2 Videos. 1 Ted Talk. 1 Podcast. 1 Event, Brushes with Cancer Midwest 2024 " ....there is no loneliness like the loneliness of having your light unmet."
– Maria Popova This we each know is the bare truth. Deep in our preverbal bones we know the grief, the loneliness of not being seen, reflected, being mirrored–our gorgeous Light not met. A teacher once long ago shared a deep wisdom truth that has stayed with me now some twenty years, and still rings in me. A bare truth. As she sat with her Rabbi she asked him, “All these many years you have been sitting with people in their joys and sorrows, what have you found to be the most healing?” He replied, “...just repeating, saying someone's name.” This I know is the bare truth, we can do this for each other. We can gaze. repeat each other’s name. see the light. the beauty of who we each are, and be blown away by the exquisiteness of being human, in all its complexities, and behold the sanctuary of another’s soul. May we see and remember this truth of who we are, the light that pours forth which holds and reflects the beauty of each gorgeous raspberry, of each dry decaying leaf, of each morning joy-grief song, of each human, everywhere. Today is Metta Monday When: 2pm Where: 1765 Glenview Road, Glenview in the Patio Shops Cost: No Fee. Donations and poems appreciated Where two or more are gathered something beautiful grows. Love, Wini PS. Below. 7 Heart Offerings: 2 Poems. 3 Quotes. 1 Heart Advice. 1 Video + 1 Instagram Post. Through the brokenness the light gets in. Oh we know this. Leonard Cohen sings it,
“Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.” and the 13th-century poet and Sufi mystic Rumi recites this, “Let a teacher wave away the flies and put a plaster on the wound. Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.” But living in the brokenness, and the sadness of our soul is not so easy. It can feel as though we are being swallowed whole. Lost. Tossed about in the belly of the whale for days, months, in the dark. Resting up against its dry rib cage bones. This place of holy-despair is not exclusive to some, at some point life lands us there. Softens our skins with our own tender holy-tears. This is when all I know is prayer. “Her secret was simple. On her worst days, she prays. And on her best days, she prays.” This is when my teacher said, “When we hang up the phone. I want you to get down on your hands and knees. Bow your head to the ground. Thank God that you are alive. Fall backwards. Rest in the arms of the Beloved. Feel her warmth and care. Feel her holding you dear. And weep. Weep your prayers.” Today is Metta Monday When: 2pm Where: 1765 Glenview Road, Glenview in the Patio Shops Cost: No Fee. Donations and poems appreciated Where two or more are gathered something beautiful grows. Love, Wini PS. Below. 9 Heart Offerings: 2 Poems. 2 Quotes. 1 Heart Advice. 1 Instagram + 1 Book. 1 Podcast. 1 Event Not-to-Miss! “You must go in the quest of yourself, and you will find yourself again in the simple and forgotten things.” –Carl Jung
In the holy place between you and the land of your heart there is a space. In that space lives your personal prayers, your private tears, and your perfect offering that awaits your warmth and care. Awaits, patiently for you to bring your inspiration out into the world. Go to that land, look there. Risk to sit and listen there. Ask the question, what does love want from me? Scribe what you hear. This is the heart medicine needed of our time. The next evolutionary step– the quest to find yourself again in the simple and forgotten things. Find that, what reverberates an unshakeable quiet knowing on your insides, and offer that out to the world. Then safeguard it with a fierce mother-protection from things that threaten it, displace it, refuse its entry from the outside and inside–all the ways on our interior that we habitually close off, destroy, disappear, pack away our hearts due to old pains, hurts, unresolved worries and sorrows. The old patterns that no longer serve, that were never native to our tender hearts. I am aware that in the Christian tradition the season of Lent is near. I am pondering what 40 day journey am I ready to embark on to ‘rend my heart’ more open. Today is Metta Monday When: 2pm Where: 1765 Glenview Road, Glenview in the Patio Shops Cost: No Fee. Donations and poems appreciated Where two or more are gathered something beautiful grows. Love, Wini PS. Below. 8 Heart Offerings: 1 Heart Advice. 2 Quotes. 1 Book. 1 Lent Offering. 1 Video. 1 Retreat Opportunity. 3 spots open for Healing “Vessel! There are anchor poems, quotes, stories, that encircle our life–like koans that we live into, memorize, and return to again and again. They offer us sure-steady footing in the stormy weather and harsh winds of life. They open us to the holy reverberating in our bones. Reminding us, we are Mystery.
Poems that arise up from the belly of the whale inside that each time we hear we weep. Wail the tenderest of tears. Songs that move our soul to bow down in prayer, dance out loud in wild joy, arms in the air, free, and others that invite us to lay down, cradle our soft body sorrows and brokenness in care. Here is one given to me by my meditation teacher. Twenty years or so ago. I can hear her voice, gentle-kind and fierce-firm, repeating. knocking. Whispering into my heart– do not lose your venture dear one. On a full sea we are afloat, take the current, there is no time not to love. Life is precious-brief. “There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries.On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.” ― William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar There is no time not to love. Feel its ache. Allow its yearning. Being hard does not heal the world. And her warning prayer, if we do not do our work of awakening, we become brittle. bitter old men and women. There is little time, dear one. Love Wini PS. Below. 10 Heart Offerings: 2 Poems. 1 Quotes. 1 Mettablessing. 3 Books. 2 songs. 1 Video |
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