season of reflection
This time of year calls me
to move
in
deep within.
A sacred season
of short moment
as the earth settles
stark trees
pale horizon
perfectly still.
This time of year calls me
to move
in
deep within.
A sacred season
of short moment
as the earth settles
stark trees
pale horizon
perfectly still.
I don't think I could give an honest definate list of all the things I would give my breath and heartbeat over for. If I had more than a moment to really think about -to weigh the "I-ness" desire to remain alive I might very well change my mind and renege.
I could easily see myself giving my life selflessly for the life of my children. It would take an impassioned moment, the balance weighed in a second, the flicker of and eye, for me to wait to see what inner action would come forth..... until that moment I just won't know for certain. Namaste.
I recieved a letter from a person I have never met only last week. She - I believe it is a woman- was asking for childrens' clothing for her community.
As I turned on the television this morning I see that her village- Boca de Yumuri has been hard hit by Hurricane Ike.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7603319.stm
I think perhaps this letter might also be meant for you. My blog this morning is about the need, how to send second hand clothing to the community and it gives the address. Blessings to you
As I turned on the news this morning I saw the village of Baracoa being battered by Hurricane Ike. We are able to visit Cuba and this is one of the villages that we have been to and to another village that is much more remote -Boca de Yumuri. Boca is right on the ocean, the inhabitants of the village say they live in paradise as the rain forest offers up food and medicines but it is unable to provide clothing which are very pricey. This is an isolated area and there aren't jobs from which to draw an income to buy clothing. The village is comprised of very makeshift homes.
This past week, I received a letter from someone in the village requesting children's clothing from newborn to 15years.
Though this letter was addressed to me, but perhaps you were also meant to receive it and help this village that will have a difficult time rebuilding after the Hurricane and as winter is arriving.
DHL (delivery out of Germany) is able to courier goods to this area. Please pass this request along- Blessings and thank you very much -z
Soraida Cesar Duran
Boca de Yumuri
Baracoa, Guantanamo
C.P.97370- Cuba
Thanks to the internet and emails, friends are are no longer distanced. Lovely people I may never meet are now friends. Places that are foreign to me become photo familiars. The world is accessible.....the distant world joys and concerns that my Grandmother would have been unaware of now touch me personally.....
This early morning I have connected with a person I consider a friend though I would pass her/him on the street and never know of their presence...still this person truly knows me, and their concerns and personal trials become my concerns as well.
This morning another friend I spend a part of each year with, from another part of the world, tells me she is without water and it has been so for over a week. She tells me she thinks it may rain today though the rains have been absent since early spring. I know what it is like not having water accessible to meet basic daily living activities. I know how difficult her life becomes and her personal trials become my concern as well.
Here, in my comfortable home, I am reminded of the precious nature of water.
Transforming gratitude from a cognitive process to one that is experienced in deep space cellular allows me to open my heart. Gratitude as a sensory experience is a profound practice.....and one that moves me through life moments that find me dropping into worn unhealthy behavior patterns.....-z
My body feels it wants to be busy today. It feels as if it is yearning to get out and get on with a few projects, do some sorting and organizing today....perhaps connect with a couple of friends.
I enjoy a gentle start to the day which is perhaps why I am an early riser; the extra hours in the morning are a blessing.
pastel early light
gentle sound
body still sleep cocooned
time for tea.
sweet, fragrant
warming.