"Details of a September Midweek"

"I am earth, earth
My heart's love
Bursts with hay and flowers
I am a lake of blue air
In which my own appointed place
Field and valley
Stand reflected!" ~ Thomas Merton

"Today, set me as the apple of the eye....

bloom within my sacred inspiration....

fortitude and strength, be my happy angels...

sister of understanding keep me company...

calm be my walkway..

and you, wisdom, are the fervent muse

doth hold my hand as would a faithful friend."

~ "Sophia Prayers" ~ By: The Lady Prism

midweek blessings. starting fresh. sweet tea.  magic feelings. writing. art. friends. something good (on the stove). order. pink juice. quiet walks. exercise. scribbles. poetry. conversations. color. inspiration. hugging someone. greeting sunshine. watching sunset. pasta. crafting dreams. lipstick. books. visual boarding. affirmations. positive living. vitamins. no complaints. patience. zen moments. abundance. soothing music. understanding. chocolate. te deum. love.

~ "Details of a September Midweek"
~ By: The Lady Prism

by my bedside

"I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone." ~ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Delighted the sun (finally)  begged indulgence and my room is a cheerful yellow lucent glow where it touches ( insert smile)! Most heavily without mercy an affront by nature - continuous pouring day after day stretching for more than a week. Granted the cool spate was something of relief, nevertheless, an  insipid  sensation of dampness and gray can heartlessly bore into the pores of one's soul. And true, was it not a few occasions wherein I found myself in the brink of morose? And R said, and much do I agree, that for a lady with  geniality of heart, I accept morose and any expressive taciturn  ( when it visits) with a tenacious grip.

Ah, but today the sun is dancing! Pollens everywhere are rejoicing, spamming themselves in prolific bursts puffed up in the air, reveling in the triumph of light, twirling where the breeze may, then softly landing where chance commands. Quite like my thoughts. 

 My mind in theatrics buttered by the companion of  shadow friends in residence within pages. It was last night when I took this. Yes, as the rains lightly yielded its marble remnants, peacefully I was accompanied by my July opus of inspiration. My muse whispered, "capture the essence of it."  I'm glad I did. ( Insert smile.)

the point is

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now,because you would not be able to live them, and the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps, then, someday, far in the future, gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Each day I discover them, magnanimous souls who posses ethereal phrase and behest crimson colors, and whose pulse rivet up and down platelets of refined velvet notes coiled together as  tender vines of vintage grapes soaking tendrils under the faint pink blush of our rising sun....

The point is how fortuitous my days to come across my geniuses of ladies and gents. As if crossing the street of some venerable epoch, they all came a' gathered at an August dinner for peers and such and my presence acknowledged and welcomed as one of the fold.

Ah, allow me this diversion.For though my life is ripe with loves and my friends an appendage to my heart,  my bosom friends fill my inner world with such elan, appearing to my senses in the most profuse manner of giving and teaching -  their lessons most edifying to my soul.

And I am molded each day.


INSPIRATIONS: 

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Rilke

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Oleg Tromifov

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Erik Satie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Maggie

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Musicusblau

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ George Eliot

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Anita Shreve

Tomorrow

Painting By: Pierre Valon Click Here

"You can feel as wretched as you like and you're still be a good candidate for enlightenment. You can feel like the world's most hopeless basketcase, but that feeling is your wealth, not something to be thrown out or improved upon.  There's a richness to all of the smell stuff that we so dislike and so little desire. The delightful things - what we love so dearly about ourselves - the places in which we feel some - some sense of pride or inspiration - these also are our wealth. ~ Pema Chodron"

 How much of my self I have buried in an island of self, this I can barely fathom. I need to breath, a true breath of bursting release from this tight dark dank drum of enclosure I have built for a season. Forgetting entirely about that light that flickers gently inside, I gave my entire being, mind, body and soul to the riddle of the mundane, shunning any form, any semblance of my true self. I miss my poetry. I miss my photography. I miss painting. I miss the company of my imagination, - a world where everything I see is a refraction of reality. This has kept me sane. And I am losing it.

Tomorrow, I shall take a walk. An early morning walk. I will smell grass and cut grass and touch soil. Before  I even do anything, I shall light a candle of thankfulness and offer it to that altar in my heart where all inspiration and hope and love resides.

"Start Where You Are" by Pema Chödron

ƸӜƷ We already have everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves - the heavy duty fearing that we're bad and hoping that we're good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and the addictions of all kinds - never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right there. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake. 



Looking at ourselves this way is very different from our usual habit. from this perspective we don't need to change: You can feel as wretched as you like and you're still be a good candidate for enlightenment. You can feel like the world's most hopeless basketcase, but that feeling is your wealth, not something to be thrown out or improved upon.  There's a richness to all of the smell stuff that we so dislike and so little desire. The delightful things - what we love so dearly about ourselves - the places in which we feel some - some sense of pride or inspiration - these also are our wealth.


When we hear about compassion, it naturally brings up working with others, caring for others. The reason we're often not there for others - whether for our child or our other or someone who is insulting us or someone who frightens us is because we are not there for ourselves.


Because we escape, we escape from being right here, being right on the dot. We keep missing the moment we're in. yet, if we keep missing the moment we're in, we discover that it is unique, precious, and completely fresh. It never happens twice. One can appreciate and celebrate each moment - there's nothing more sacred. there's nothing more vast or absolute. In fact, there's nothing more.


Only to the degree we've gotten to know our personal pain,  only to the degree we've related to pain at all, will we be fearless enough, brave enough, and enough of a warrior to be willing to feel the pain of others. To that degree we aill be able to take on the pain of others because we will have discovered that their pain and our pain are no different.


However, to do this, we need all the help we can get. The tools you will be given are three very supportive practices:

• Basic sitting meditation ( called shamatha Vipashyana)
• The practice of taking in and sending out (called tonglen)
• The practice of working with slogans ( called the seven points of mind training or lojong

All these practices awaken our trust that the wisdom and compassion that we need are already within us. They help us to know ourselves: our rough parts and our smooth parts, our passion, aggression, ignorance and wisdom

~ excerpt from: "Start Where You Are" by Pema Chödron

Walking the Path of Simple Abundance

Simple Abundance
"an inner journey
a spiritual practical course in creative living
a tapestry of contentment"

At the heart of Simple Abundance is an authentic awakening, one that resonates within your soul; you already possess all that you need to be genuinely happy. The way to reach that awareness is through an inner journey that brings about an emotional, psychological, and spiritual transformation. A deep inner shift in your reality occurs, aligning you with the creative energy of the Universe.

Such change is possible when you invite Spirit to open up the eyes of your awareness to the abundance that is already yours.

Listen to the whispers of your heart. Look within. Your silent companion has lit lanterns  of love to illuminate the path to Wholeness.

~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

In the clamor of things that yank for attention, it is good to be reminded of a certainty that more often escapes me. That I have in possession a chest full of treasures IF  I would only take conscious care each day to acknowledge and see. And so with the goal of  not missing out on what is essential, truly abidingly essential in life, I purpose to work through the "Simple Abundance" book and share, hereon, about my learnings. 

The Lady Prism

Ressurection

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♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆I banish ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღall doubt 
and affirm my ability to create and manifest the best. 
ღPeace indwells my spirit, and BLISS is my life.
I am surrounded by a mist of love,
a love that is not withered by the day,ღ
ღ but is grown precious by each season...

I can tell you how I feel you little space of mine here so listen well. Sometimes fear grips me like the claws of a crazed out crab and I choke in my own imaginings. It doesn't help that this peripheral world is like an act out of a circus gone bad.

And sometimes no matter how I try to lift my head above the fumes my pores involuntarily suck in all the grime. Filth goes straight into my blood stream creating screaming cells of red anxiety. I look for a cave to crawl into, some insipid quiet safety where the unknown doth resides still, dark and dank but bearable. I sink flushed deep in palpitation some days. And I am all alone in this world despite all company.

Nay, those are just some days, little space.

For after I have whirled down spiral into the abyss of my own de-bliss, with hands outstretched  allowing  my my full weight in motionless surrender sink into the ocean bed of  dysfunction, I awake. 

To the invisible sounds of angel gurgling bubbles LIFE oxygenates my lifeless meanderings and I flail my arms to swoosh back up to shore. And I strive with one stroke and another and another, pushing my feet with one wild kick energy rocketing me toward that promising sunlight. And I reach it.

A breath once again and fresh sweet air on my face, pure and promising, the wind whispering to me secrets that it keeps. Of a love so divine inside me forever pulsating. Of strength renewed like never before. Of dreams that were a gift to me and mine alone. I am alive.

Death and life in a cycle of days. Miracles unnoticed. Resurrection is a promise - already fulfilled.

If You Forget me ~ Pablo Neruda

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♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" I want you to know
one thing

You know how this is:.


If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn
at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals
were little boats
that sail
towards those aisles of yours
that wait for me.

Well, now
if little by little
you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
little by little

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots
remember,
that on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots
shall set off
to seek another land

BUT
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seeks me
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without living mine.

~ Pablo Neruda