Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
I slept that summer on a screen porch in the woods
with the creatures and insects singing so loudly
my mind seemed to join them—out there without me—
to move around like a breeze from form to form
and then to return as a fox or a cicada,
some other night creature, to slip back inside me
humming whatever it had heard, patterns
I couldn’t sing along with but felt inside
like the happiness of trees when a soft wind
turns their leaves’ pale underbellies up to the sky
and makes the sap rise. I loved to wake
before myself, to silence and fog.
Sometimes I got up and walked out into the chilly woods
and sometimes I turned over as though this happiness
might last forever, and slept just a while
longer, until the first birds sang.
~ Michael Hettich
Friday, September 23, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. Every breath we take, every step we take, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. The question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment.
~ Thich Nhat Hahn
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
It is difficult to know what to do with
so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you,
you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands,
like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.
~Naomi Shihab Nye