Friday, March 28, 2014

Thought for the day

Have a wonderful weekend friends.

                                                                                     Jo xx

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Poetry on a Tuesday



I see or hear


that more or less

kills me

with delight,

that leaves me

like a needle

in the haystack

of light.

It was what I was born for — 

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world — 

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,

and acclamation.

Nor am I talking

about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

the very extravagant — 

but of the ordinary,

the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

Oh, good scholar,

I say to myself,

how can you help

but grow wise

with such teachings

as these — 

the untrimmable light

of the world,

the ocean's shine,

the prayers that are made

out of grass?

By Mary Oliver.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Thought for the day

I hope this weekend you have some space and time to taste the beauty and miracle of our wonderful world.                        
                                                                                              Jo xx

Friday, March 14, 2014

Thought for the day.

                                                                                              Jo xx

Monday, March 10, 2014

A poem.

She Let Go

She let go

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgements.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the 'right' reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn't ask anyone for advice.

She didn't read a book on how to let go.

She didn't search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. 

She didn't promise to let go.

She didn't journal about it.

She didn't write the projected date in her day -timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn't check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn't analyse whether she should let go.

She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn't call the prayer line.

She didn't utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations. 

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn't good and it wasn't bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore...............

~ Rev Safire Rose  


I can't help but read this poem over and over. The beauty takes my breathe away.
Does this poem speak to you?
What is it saying to you??

Feel free to share your thoughts here in the comments or privately via email. 

                                                                                                      Jo xx

Friday, March 07, 2014

Thought for the day.

May you have a completely beautiful weekend. 

                                                                                            Jo xx