Tuesday, February 9, 2016


What will our children do in the morning 
if they do not see us fly?

~ Rumi

Monday, February 8, 2016


Not enough now to take off
the coat, the gloves.

Let me take off my skin,

my words, my thoughts

so that you can see

the sky here—so that

I might be as transparent

as air and you will find nothing

here but love. There, I said it,

love. Not the images of love,

not two birds or two rivers

or one bread or one blood,

not anything I could ever say

but love itself, infinite, a blue dome

expanding at the same rate

as the universe, on and on,

past the stars, there goes the Scales,

the Bull, the Scorpion, the Ram,

beyond whatever we could name,

it grows on and on and on and on and on

~ Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Friday, February 5, 2016


It is through your body
that you realize
you are a 
spark of divinity.

~ BKS Iyengar

Thursday, February 4, 2016


Blessed are they who
see beautiful things
in humble places
where other people
see nothing.

~ Camille Pisarro

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


Forgiveness is a skill, a way of preserving clarity, sanity and generosity in an individual life, a beautiful way of shaping the mind to a future we want for ourselves; an admittance that if forgiveness comes through understanding, and if understanding is just a matter of time and application then we might as well begin forgiving right at the beginning of any drama rather than put ourselves through the full cycle of festering, incapacitation, reluctant healing and eventual blessing.

To forgive is to put oneself in a larger gravitational field of experience than the one that first seemed to hurt us. We reimagine ourselves in the light of our maturity and we reimagine the past in the light of our new identity, we allow ourselves to be gifted by a story larger than the story that first hurt us and left us bereft.

~ David Whyte

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A Voice

Sometimes you hear a voice
through the door calling you...

This turning toward what
you deeply love saves you.

~ Rumi

Monday, February 1, 2016

In Your Hands

The dog, the donkey, surely they know
they are alive.
Who would argue otherwise?

But now, after years of consideration,
I am getting beyond that.
What about the sunflowers? What about
the tulips, and the pines?

Listen, all you have to do is start and
there'll be no stopping.
What about the mountains? What about water
slipping over the rocks?

And, speaking of stones, what about
the little ones you can
hold in your hand, their heartbeats
so secret, so hidden it may take years

before, finally, you hear them?

~ Mary Oliver