Tag: dawn

In This, We Are Connected.

There’s a beautiful teaching relayed in the pages of the Talmud; one which softly underpins the necessity of our connection.

“How do we know that dawn has arrived?” a Rabbi once asked of his students. After a long silence, one of the students finally replied, “When you can tell a sheep from a wolf?”

The Rabbi shook his head no.

“When you can see a blue thread upon a mottled green cloth?” another asked.

Again, the Rabbi shook his head no. After some discussion, the students finally conceded their loss. “Tell us, Rabbi – how do we know that dawn has arrived?”

The Rabbi replied: “When you can see yourself reflected in the eyes of another, and realize that that we belong to one another – *that* is how we know that the dawn has arrived.”

There’s a dawn that extends beyond the first light; one which unifies and empowers. It is the dawning of our love, and the blessing of our birthright. Within which, we find the spaciousness to become ‘whole’. And through which we discover the freedom of these ‘bindings’.

Though sadly, we tend to suffer the malady of our distinction; a barrier born of ego’s plight.

When in reality, are we not all manifestations of the same endless light?

A little something to consider, my friends…

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

Does This Bring You Joy?

Joseph Campbell once wrote, that we can not cure the world of sorrows – but, we can choose to live in joy.

To that end, I make my choice with mindful determination – assuring the source is reflected always within the means.

Even when the complexities of life may threaten to overwhelm, we have an opportunity to transform, to transcend.

Just as the depths of night give way to dawn; slowly, at first – an imperceptible knowing, bowing before the grace of light.

And, scattered amidst these clouds – our destiny.

There is only one question which remains, my loves – “Does this being me joy?”

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

A Stillness to Hold the Peace Within.

I found myself transfixed this morning. A burst of light through pillars of wheat, showering the fields with an everlasting dawn.

“Dawn is the time when nothing breathes,” writes, Leonora Carrington “the hour of silence…only the light moves.”

There is a stillness that exists at such early hour – in which light and breath become seamlessly intertwined in their gracious dance of Hope renewed.

With a simple shift, all of life is revealed. The crimsoned berry through thickened brush; the whispered breath of morning’s hush.

I’ve been here before, at these crossroads – it seems. Where Wanderlust greets Happenstance – “How are you, old friend?”

In this space, I settle in to a new sort of knowing – where circumstance yields to life’s ‘greater plan.’

In her softened glow, I let it all go – the worry, the fret, the unresolved…

And I am made whole, once again.

This is the gift the light always brings – a stillness big enough to hold the peace within.

Embracing the Dawn.

“And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, and their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours.” – Mary Balogh

I watched the sun rise today – a distant dawn hinting of lavender and faded peonies; while far off trees marked bold contrast between the waning night and this glorious new day.

And, further off, nestled deep within their stately limbs – a young robin, eager to win the praises of Dawn.

“twiddle-oo twiddle-oo, twiddle-oo twiddle-oo…”  she cried.

There are moments within each day, my dears – little pockets stuffed full of the glistening magic of this universe. They have the capacity to soften even the most hardened of souls, to blast through these dusted corners we’ve kept so carefully sealed from the world.

To force us to fly open those shutters, and take in this light of a life, renewed.

It’s within these gentle moments, my dears – when the heart is muted to ego’s scolding, and we’re able to hear what our soul is seeking,

“Which will you choose?”the morning breeze begins, “a life distilled to routine’s ticking clock….or, are you bold enough to step into this light again?”

I’m always astonished when nothingness carries such great purpose;

To remind us that we are more soul than this body might ever hold…and, more heart than there is light in this world.

So, what will it be on this day, my loves?

A hurried rush, or this magic of dawn?

The Gift of the Morning Rose.

The roses shared their final gift today – lovingly crafted against the paling greens; and capturing so brilliantly that first hint of day.

She greeted me along the stone garden path, her smile – glistening – so proud to have survived these rains.

And though she may be leaving soon, in my heart…there’ll always be the memory of her bloom.

“As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight…

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn”

Robert Frost

The Magic of Dawn.

[blockquote source=”Mary Balogh”]”And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, and their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours.”[/blockquote]

I watched the sun rise today – a distant dawn hinting of lavender and faded peonies; while far off trees marked bold contrast between the waning night and this glorious new day.

And, further off, nestled deep within their stately limbs – a young robin, eager to win the praises of Dawn

twiddle-oo twiddle-oo, twiddle-oo twiddle-oo…

There are moments within each day, my dears – little pockets stuffed full of the glistening magic of this universe. They have the capacity to soften even the most hardened of souls, to blast through these dusted corners we’ve kept so carefully sealed from the world.

To force us to fly open those shutters, and take in this light of a life, renewed.

It’s within these gentle moments, my dears – when the heart is muted to ego’s scolding, and we’re able to hear what our soul is seeking,

“Which will you choose?” the morning breeze begins, “a life distilled to routine’s ticking clock….or, are you bold enough to step into this light again?”

I’m always astonished when nothingness carries such great purpose;

To remind us that we are more soul than this body might ever hold…and, more heart than there is light in this world.

So, what will it be on this day? A hurried rush, or this magic of dawn?

The Reminder of Dawn.

[blockquote source=”Mary Balogh”]”And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, and their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours.”[/blockquote]

I watched the sun rise today – a distant dawn hinting of lavender and faded peonies; while far off trees marked bold contrast between the waning night and this glorious new day.

And, further off, nestled deep within their stately limbs – a young robin, eager to win the praises of Dawn

twiddle-oo twiddle-oo, twiddle-oo twiddle-oo…

There are moments within each day, my dears – little pockets stuffed full of the glistening magic of this universe. They have the capacity to soften even the most hardened of souls, to blast through these dusted corners we’ve kept so carefully sealed from the world.

To force us to fly open those shutters, and take in this light of a life, renewed.

It’s within these gentle moments, my dears – when the heart is muted to ego’s scolding, and we’re able to hear what our soul is seeking,

“Which will you choose?”the morning breeze begins, “a life distilled to routine’s ticking clock….or, are you bold enough to step into this light again?”

I’m always astonished when nothingness carries such great purpose;

To remind us that we are more soul than this body might ever hold…and, more heart than there is light in this world.

So, what will it be on this day? A hurried rush, or this magic of dawn?