This way. This way.

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I follow the sound
past a black window
where a bird sits
like a blacker question,
To where? To where? To where?

~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You


Credits: Poem Source: metaphorformetaphor. Image: Nini Poppins

Monday Monday Wake-Up Call: Shower Time!

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Source: Chikita Banana

Saturday Morning

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Meditation can happen anywhere – in a supermarket, in a forest, in your hospital bed. It is not a ‘doing’ but the unravelling of doing, a remembrance of the immediacy of life, the thrilling closeness of experience, the fragrance of Home. A single breath, the sound of a bird singing, the beeping of a heart monitor – all of these are little reminders of your true life. With your eyes open, with your eyes closed, remember, you are here, and always will be.

Make contact.

— Jeff Foster, Unexpected Meditation


Photo: precious things

5:00 PM Bell

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Source: gif-tv

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Get Your Jam On

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Source: gnarly

Saturday Morning: Flying Low

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Today I’m flying low and
I’m not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move
though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness.
One of the doors into the temple.

~ Mary Oliver, Today from A Thousand Mornings


Photo: Robdownunder

Lightly child, lightly

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Listen,
everyone has a chance.
Is it spring,
is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then — open the door
and fly on your heavy feet…

— Mary Oliver, New And Selected Poems, Volume Two


Notes:

  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
  • Image Source: A Clean, Well-Lighted Place. Poem Source: Violent Waves of Emotion

 

Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration

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Source: awwww-cute

Sunday Morning

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It is one of the perils of our so-called civilized age that we do not yet acknowledge enough, or cherish enough, this connection between soul and landscape — between our own best possibilities, and the view from our own windows. We need the world as much as it needs us, and we need it in privacy, intimacy, and surety. We need the field from which the lark rises — bird that is more than itself, that is the voice of the universe: vigorous, godly joy. Without the physical world such hope is: hacked off. Is: dried up. Without wilderness no fish could leap and flash, no deer could bound soft as eternal waters over the field; no bird could open its wings and become buoyant, adventurous, valorous beyond even the plan of nature. Nor could we.

~ Mary Oliver, Home from Long Life: Essays and Other Writings


Credits: Photo – The Lilac Road

T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week

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Barcelona based photographer Yago Partal pairs animal heads with human bodies to reveal their inner beast through their clothes.  Don’t miss other Zoo Portraits in the series at mymodernmet.com.