November is a wise old woman
weaving words of wisdom
from a skein of experience
in the colors of sadness
and joy.
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness and carry the calm.
Nature of the week:
Shadow of the Week:
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The clock ticks quietly
mid-morning
on this day that’s sunny
with a thin layer of clouds.
It’s warm enough for open windows.
A light breeze drifts in.
Outside it’s flicking leaves off the trees.
They tumble,
somersault,
land with soft clicks,
rattle to a stop and settle,
only to be scooped up
by a sudden gust
that skitters them,
scatters them,
tumbles them
into a pile against the fence.
The elm is speckled with the hangers-on,
the last to let go.
Soon it will be empty
of leaves.
The clock ticks
quietly toward noon.
– kh –
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The higher your structure is to be,
the deeper must be its foundation.
– St. Augustine –
Yesterday I walked with a friend along a trail that circles the lake at Radnor Lake State Park here in Nashville. The trail edges the woods, where at this time of year, gold and red leaves drift down to cover the path like a carpet. At several places, large tree roots jut up and out in a jumble across the path. These great knees and elbows of roots rise and dip and curve and cross. I watch my footing and pick my way through. The woods feel ancient, and it’s a great privilege to see these old roots. I know that the trees have other roots going deep, deep, deep down into the earth. So it feels like these uplifted roots are a bit of a gift, a secret revealed. Grow tall, they say. Dance with the breeze. Bend with the wind. And stay rooted.
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“So let us look for beauty and grace, for love and friendship, for that which is creative and birth-giving and soul-stretching. Let us dare to laugh at ourselves, healthy, affirmative laughter. Only when we take ourselves lightly can we take ourselves seriously, so that we are given the courage to say, ‘Yes! I dare disturb the universe.’” – Madeleine L’Engle
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In the twilight of dawn, I lie in bed and let the cool breeze brush over me as I listen to the world outside my open windows. The first thing I hear is a soft underlying swish like a gentle tide, maybe wind in the trees, maybe cars on the distant freeway. Around six o’clock, a jet crosses the sky with a hum that rises in a momentary crescendo and then fades away. A car rushes down the street. A bird twitters somewhere in the distance. Another one answers closer in. The cat jumps off the bed with a light thud. There’s a distant pulsing beep of a truck backing up and a growing river of traffic on the freeway a couple of miles north. An insect begins a high-pitched hum. Another jet flies overhead with a whine. Another bird joins in the morning song, another car swishes as it passes by. Chirps and faint rumbles drift in. I add a rustle of sheets, a stretch, and a deep breath. My bed creaks as I rise. The world is waking up.
Nurture yourself with moments of peace. Cultivate kindness and carry the calm.
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“Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine.”
– Matsuo Basho –
Five pine trees stand in a line across my back fence. I used to think of them as the skinny kids on the block, but they’re not kids. They were here before I was. So I’m now calling them the five elders. They are thin and as tall as a four-story house. Two of them lean east; the others grow straight up. I think they’re Eastern White Pines or something related. They produce long, scaly cones, and their reddish-brown, rough, furrowed bark holds a sticky resin with that distinct, clean, crisp pine smell. Their thin, feathery needles grow in fan-like groups that wave to me when a breeze blows through. And when the breeze turns into a stiff wind, these five elders are good at slow-dancing.
Go to the pine to learn about the pine. Go to whatever or whoever creates peace to learn about peace. Go to whoever shows kindness to learn about kindness.
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“There will come a time
when you believe everything is finished.
That will be the beginning.”
– Louis L’Amour –
What looks like the end is simply the beginning. I think that’s the lesson of autumn as the leaves drop away and the trees go bare, as flowers wilt and dry and fall from their stems, as birds fly south and the winds grow cold. Even the calendar year heads into its last pages. It would be easy to believe that everything is finished. But we’ve been around long enough, haven’t we, to know that it’s just the beginning.
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I have a daydream of the present moment, the now. In that dream, we stand with hands cupped before us, holding what we thought were the thorns of the past. But they’ve turned into fragrant flowers. As we cradle these flowers in our palms, something marvelous happens: the petals become wings, and with one joyful toss of our cupped hands, we send them flying into the future. And when we lower our hands, we realize that, in spite of everything we let go, our hands are not empty. They are full of mystery and grace and hope enough to fuel our next steps.
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Four black-eyed Susans,
crones of the planter box,
have lost their golden petals.
Their dark brown seed heads
sit atop tall stalks,
surveying shorter blooms—
pink coneflowers,
sun bright coreopsis,
fluttery white windflowers.
The black-eyes lean toward each other
nodding in the breeze,
garden gossips
sharing the season’s secrets.
Shhh! Shhh!
Peace.
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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I have a daydream of the present moment, the now. In that dream, we stand with hands cupped before us, holding what we thought were the thorns of the past. But they’ve turned into fragrant flowers. As we cradle these flowers in our palms, something marvelous happens: the petals become wings, and with one joyful toss of our cupped hands, we send them flying away. And when we lower our hands, we realize that, in spite of everything we let go, our hands are not empty. They are full of mystery and grace and hope enough to fuel our next steps and fill our hearts with peace.
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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