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Mindful by Mary Oliver Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for-- to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world-- to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant-- but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these-- the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass? Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/
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Thank you by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips. Walk through the garden's dormant splendor. Say only, thank you. Thank you. Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/  Image / Igor Zhuravlov
"There is just the one body—nothing is unrelated to the whole." - Li-Young Lee Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/  Image / Burmakin Andrey
You who let yourselves enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and rejoins behind you. Blessed ones, whole ones, you where the heart begins: You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target. Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back into the earth; for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas. The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold. - Rainer Maria Rilka, from Sonnets to Orpheus 1, 4 Translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/  Image / Dima Zahar
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do– determined to save the only life you could save. –Mary Oliver Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/ |
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