Sunday Morning

Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves. In what is probably the most serious inquiry of my life, I have begun to look past reason, past the provable, in other directions. Now I think there is only one subject worth my attention and that is the precognition of the spiritual side of the world and, within this recognition, the condition of my own spiritual state.

– Mary Oliver, Winter Hours in “Upstream: Selected Essays


Notes:

  • There are moments, few moments, during my daybreak walks, when I can feel this spiritual side of the world that I don’t believe in. And this photo was one of those moments —  Feb 2 — Ground Hog Day —  Hump Day —  Something-bigger-than-it-all Day.
  • Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:36 am, Feb 2, 2022. 30° F, feels like 27° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT
  • Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels

20 thoughts on “Sunday Morning”

  1. Shades of purple complement Oliver’s thoughts, as both envelop my mind. Something bigger, something more meaningful, something that circles the ether…

  2. You don’t need to believe in something to recognize it’s existence. Some things are beyond our thinking mind. Nurture that feeling Dave 🤍🦢🤍

  3. After hearing I’d been to Ireland, a number of folks said, “Oh! I’ve ALWAYS wanted to go there!” Being still more infused with warm Celtic spirit than with cold dishpan attitude just then, I said, “Ah.. If you feel drawn to Erin, I’d guess she’s calling you…” ☘️

  4. In total harmony with these thoughts today as I led a Course In Miracles group with WHAT IS THE ROLE OF WORDS IN HEALING? which points out that “words play no part at all in healing.” And,”that words are but symbols of symbols.” Everything that matters seems to lead to the heart, and trusting higher wisdom. And, what a powerful photograph–that can landscape any thinking!

  5. …realization of growth… finding inner-peace…appreciating the miracle of nature’s lure…and almost holding in that gift of breath as you breath, in awe…transformative…

  6. Well shoot I put this comment on the wrong post a while ago….
    I’ve got this story about being behind a school bus when it stops to load up a handicapped kid, and for a few moments, the world seems to stop. I would stop for the bus regularly on my way to work while the scene played out and the STOP sign retracted back into the bus

    The story has grown over the years. It used to be about my taxes at work, and what a wonderful world. Then it was about a power greater than ourselves working through our taxes, and the Group Conscious of the world, taking care of the babies and the lame.

    Then one day wondered if the kids on the bus minded that the bus stopped a little longer for this one kid, and if they helped him secure himself on the bus, if they helped him get through the day.

    I was talking about this one morning to a friend at breakfast when another customer overheard me.

    “I work on that bus. You see the driver load him up on the lift, but what you don’t see is me, inside the bus, there to secure him. And yes, the other kids take care of him too, mostly”

    Isn’t it wonderful Dave, the things going on that we aren’t allowed to fully see?

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