This summer, The Mad Potter of Martha’s Vineyard, Bill O’Calloghan and his wife Robin Tuck created a story experience at Polly Hill Arboretum. It was enchanting. I visited twice.
I’ve long been a fan of Bill’s, and decided to carry some of his magic further afield, by hiding one of his dragons in a stone wall along a walk near our home. That gave me so much secret joy, that I soon began hiding a few other bits of magic…
Only those who look will ever be able to see…
My husband says that I am very eccentric… to which, I say….well, I shall always be amused.
I am reminded, for some reason, of this wonderful exhibit I once saw in San Diego, called “A Palace for Wenesday.” I hope this brings you delight in the creative imagination; in eccentricity; in the dance we all have with the unseen world.
I wish I could bring you with me on walks around the island. I snap photographs and jot notes in my notebook, receiving words and poems.
Here is this morning’s poem……..
There are undreamed dreams inside you.
Might you name a few?
There are some hopes that were dashed and are jagged -
could you breathe them into repair?
And what of praise and unspoken gratitudes-
begin to speak them in every moment.
Speak them and feel your life turning
from worry into song.
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(photo by Vineyard Colors)
I sat down to write a letter the other day, to a friend who is going through a divorce. I wasn’t sure what I should say, so I sat with my pen above the page for a little while, until I felt the warm stirring of guidance. “You should write this:” the voice said, and I was led to put down just a few gentle words of wisdom and compassion, love and forgiveness – words that would comfort my friend: words that were not my own.
Yesterday I received an email from this friend thanking me for the letter which she said she had been reading over and over again, until she finally posted it with a magnet on her fridge. She wrote to me that the words in that letter were more healing to her than she knew how to say.
What I realized as I read her letter is that I can’t begin to take credit for those words of love and healing. I was only an open vessel through which they could come. That is how it often is with writing for me- whether I am writing a book like the Honey Sutras, or Befriending the Soul, a poem, prayer, or a letter. It’s this realization that I want to share with you today.
There is a voice which speaks to all of us, and sometimes we can hear it. Some call it “the still, small voice” of the spirit. But what I’ve found is that the voice itself isn’t actually still, or small- it is a generous, numinous, loving and guiding voice- a voice we hear best when we ourselves become still and small. It is when I make myself still- quiet, open, inviting and receptive that the voice comes. It is when I become small, reducing my own sense of knowing, of judgment or righteousness or grandeur that the voice comes.
When we allow ourselves to become still and small, humbling ourselves before the mystery, not knowing what may come yet waiting in friendship, in receptivity, in deep listening- that is when the voice comes. When we are willing to be an empty vessel, to surrender and be of service- when we offer our pens up as an instrument for divine guidance and healing: that is when the voice comes.
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THIS INSPIRING QUOTE WILL FEED ME FOR MY LIFETIME:
“You can’t say to a person, “Your cynicism is destructive.
You have to show them the way of delight, the way of joy, the way of poetry -
and let the chips fall where they may.” Robert Aitken Roshi