Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

The days were quiet.
They’re still here. I never thought they’d last.
Through them, ran the sense—like an underground river…
That there would come a time when these days would be looked back on as happiness: all that life could give of contentment and peace…

It still feels like we just live here, day to day.
But isn’t that the beauty of it?…
You know the rain comes down, the sun shines, grass grows. Children grow old, and die.
That’s the holy all of it.
We all know it full well, but can’t even whisper it…

So, you’re happy lad, is that what you are saying?
We have our health.
Peaceful life.
Work that suits us.
What more can you ask for?

That They May Face The Rising Sun (2023)


Notes:

  • Loved this movie. Great watch on a peaceful easy Sunday.
  • Movie Reviews:

Lightly Child, Lightly

The wonder of a moment in which there is nothing but an upwelling of simple happiness is utterly awesome. Gratitude is so close to the bone of life, pure and true, that it instantly stops the rational mind, and all its planning and plotting. That kind of let go is fiercely threatening. I mean, where might such gratitude end?


Notes:

  • Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels)
  • Photo: Debby Hudson @ Fort Lauderdale, FL. (via unsplash)
  • 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.”

Sunday Morning

Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.

~ Virginia Woolf


Photo: Padma Inguva (via Aberrant Beauty). Quote: via Memory’s Landscape

Day and night, gifts keep pelting down on us

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Day and night, gifts keep pelting down on us.

If we were aware of this, gratefulness would overwhelm us. But we go through life in a daze.

A power failure makes us aware of what a gift electricity is; a sprained ankle lets us appreciate walking as a gift, a sleepless night, sleep.

How much we are missing in life by noticing gifts only when we are suddenly deprived of them.

~ David Steindal-RastA Listening Heart from The Spirituality of Sacred Sensuousness 


Notes: Photo – via Your Eyes Blaze Out

SMWI*: It’s a shame that sometimes

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It’s a beautiful thing
to have lungs that allow you to breathe air
and legs that allow you to climb mountains,
and it’s a shame that sometimes
we don’t realize that that’s enough.

honalie


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