There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.
Being open to life
In Your CompanyUp early, my breath stillvisible in the coffee, the starsstill conversing in their glitterbefore our noise makes themretreat. I feel the groove of myawe. There is a comfort in this.Up early, alone, standing on thesame shore as those before me;staring at the same pins of light,feeling the same ounce of wonder,the way a small wave lapping at thebottom of a cliff briefly feels everysmall wave that has lappedthere before. Mark nepo.
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you’re alone
As if life were a progressive and cunning crime, with no witness to the tiny, hidden transgressions.
To be abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. ,
Surely even you at times have felt the grand array and the surrounding presence and the chorus crowding out your solo voice. ,
You must note the way the soap dish enables you or the window latch grants you courage. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. ,
The stairs are the mentors of the things to come. The doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you. And the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream ladder to divinity. ,
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing, even as it pours you a drink. The cooking parts have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and the creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. ,
Everything, everything, everything is waiting for you
When we begin to believe that there is greater joy in working with and for others, rather than just for ourselves, then our society will truly become a place of celebration.
Life is like a pathway all covered up wih snow,
becareful when you tred on it,
for every step will show.
All of your life is a journey and the journey itself is home…
Wherever you go ,there you are
Given to me by Cheri Mitchell
Visit to the « World of Wearable Art » museum in Nelson.
My SKIN my COCOON have found a home
Wherever you are
That is where you be
I feel grateful
The love of one’s country is a natural thing. But why should love stop at the border?
Land of the long white clouds
The purpose of art is the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity.
Glenn Gould, pianist
Me here and now ,on the shore of Tarinaki.
« Sometimes when I think of life,I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on the shore. »