DAILY For those who garden in the North East, spring days are holy, they are also hell…. So much to do all at once, alongside such splendid joy and incomparable relief at winter’s release. My eyes rove over winter-white grass, broken branches, and withered rose cane. Suddenly, the luminescent green throat of the Grackle, the pear forcing inarticulate bud, and daylily heads pushing old mulch aside, give my world new meaning. For those who observe political/social people and events in their magnificent idiocy, it is the same. So much horror and repulsion side by side with extraordinary present/future possibility. Indeed ‘Holy Hell’ is what most of us are working to balance through these illuminating, interesting days. We have come full circle to the old country doctor’s maxim, “What don’t kill you makes you stronger.” I have to assume that those of us who are surviving are growing quite strong. Having interior muscle to find, and re-find our inner equilibrium when the extremes of ‘holy hell’ side-swipe us at every curve is a gift that comes from Practice, many practices, some personal, some universal. Practices can open us to see ourselves and our world-view with different eyes; God’s eyes/Goddess vision. This, as you know, takes constant conscious effort. Without formidable prodding we would not do it. Aaahhh turmoil, grief, confusion, frustration, envy, the great healers. A dear friend told me yesterday that her new Practice was blessing everyone, especially those she struggled against. It consisted of a lot of Practice as she was working both personally and politically. She has found that it is all about her being able to balance her inner core, instead of changing those she disagrees with. Before, she would have been maniacal in her frustrations that others understand her, even that they listen. Now, it is not… Read more »
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