Wednesday, April 2, 2008

taking this moment to heart

i am honoring...

*the silence. the pause. the space.
*his message to me: "Dear One, You're doing the best you can. Isn't that enough? What's to be, will be. Thank you for all your effort and care. Love, J."
*the music.
*my feelings, my intuition, my truth, my heart.
*my response to this question: what do i want/need/hope for in this moment?
*my relationships. the presence of love, light & beauty in my life...sweet, simple, pleasure-full.
*my location on my path of healing.
*my string of beads.

"My prayer beads are strung on my life span.
I am not allowed to skip a single bead:
Sometimes the bead is a seed. Or a bone...
Or pure light...
No matter what the next bead is,
I must count it,
Perform my daily austerities.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Until repetition becomes endurance.

People seldom understand the power of repetition. What is repeated over and over again can become enduring; what is done in a moment is seldom lasting. If farmers do not tend to their fields every day, they cannot expect a harvest. The same is true of spiritual practice. It is not a grand declaration or the colorful initiation that means anything. It is the ongoing, daily living of a spiritual life that has meaning. Our progress may range from dull to spectacular, but we must accept both. Each and every day...linked together, strung into a long line of prayer beads.

In life, you don't know how many beads you've counted already, and you don't know how many are yet to come. All that matters is fingering the one that comes to you now and taking the spiritual significance of that moment to heart."

-Deng Ming-Dao


Kirsten Michelle said...

these are wise and beautiful words you've shared.

welcome back, gem...
i've missed you.

pERiWinKle said...

Oh how I've missed you! Reminding myself the whole time that in spirit there is no seperation...

i thought of you so much...on your visit to Africa...visiting with your mom...your and her memories...

i trust you were surrounded by love...and hugs...and that the spirit made your heart feel warm and cozy...healing the hurt and sadness...of your loss.

sending you big hugs...and my heart full of love, me xx

PS: fingering the bead that are you that! xx

bella said...

Oh it is so good to hear from you again, to come here and soak in your honesty and truth and tenderness.
These words you share here, as usual, speak to me and inspire me and soften me.
Much love.