Wild Geese

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver

Some Numbers

To put things into some sort of perspective

There are approximately 7.7 billion people in the world.

As of the end of this past week:

# Of global C-Virus cases = 132,567

# Dead = 4,947

# U.S. C-Virus cases = 1,629

# U.S. Dead = 41

Oh, and just for the heck of it, the # of gun deaths in the U.S. in 2019 was = 39,773

Maybe we’ve overreacted just a little bit. But then, I’m a member of the Olds and the Stoics, at least somewhat. I recall walking to school and seeing signs that said, “Quarantine, Mumps.” Others warned of measles and other contagious diseases. No one panicked and nothing shut down. Life went on and it just was what it was.

Now, in other news, from the worlds of the Woods and the Arts and the Thoughts we ponder. Why not let’s think of Love and Beauty!

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” Kahlil Gibran

And then, a final thought for our sweet dreams and morning greetings:

Thinking

posted by Assem Shaar J. Krishnamurti – Words of Wisdom

This is still a struggle for me. Though I do find that just thinking about it is a good meditation technique. Even tho Krishnamurti says to end techniques, that to just sit is the way. That’s tough too. Easier to count the breaths. Or to watch the in and out. And the Thinker? I know that thought created thinker, but it’s difficult to think of them as one.

And of course thinking itself is a nuisance.

Sweet Dreams, everyone.

And Then Again…

…there is today. Today with all of Virus Panic and Synchronicities and The Recall of Dreams. Yes, Today. With all we have.

So folks call me to tell me that there have been cases of the virus discovered right here in my county. As if I could do anything about it anyway. Or would if I could. And my dreams march on, with the sweet reconnections that they contain. The other night, as I was wallowing in Joy with my mother and father and knowing of that Other World, my son called out, off to the right, and almost background, “Hey, what about me! Where am I in all this!” And yes, of course and with an even greater Joy, I brought him in.

And then today there was a notice that an old love, one from high school, had died. He whom we (a friend and I) had just spoken of, and how she and his brother had chatted about me just a Sunday ago. Gone now. Along with those days and their sorrows and delights, their new-found pleasures. Those days.

And then my daughter called and I reminded her of the mantra: When in doubt, snuff her out. A fitting and most egregious attitude which I embrace with whole and full heart, with the knowledge that none of it matters. That no one knows who we truly are, or what if any is our purpose. Why should we, of all the creatures on earth, matter?

And So It Goes, my loves, So It Goes.

Rainbows And Synchronicity

I just learned about The Indigo, Crystal, Rainbow, and Star Children via a friend who did a presentation for an organization she is involved with. Of course then, given synchronicity, this post from Psyche’s Call with Donna May appeared.

I’m not at all saying that I agree with things posted about the children on the website, or what is considered a “psychic” approach to things unseen or mystical. Maybe so, maybe not. It doesn’t matter. That does not take away from what is being described as special children with abilities and purposes beyond the expectations of societal norms.

And how wonderful it is to be given Hope in the form of children who will come and have come to bring Grace, Love, and Understanding into the world.

That’s a world I want to live in.

Imagine.

Birthdays Today

Brain Pickings BY MARIA POPOVA has another fine article about Edward Gorey’s work. He was born on this date (February 22, 1925–April 15, 2000). I’ve just ordered The Gashly Crumb Tinies from Amazon. It’s one of my all-time favorites and I can’t believe I don’t own it. It’s an alphabet book of manic and magical proportions, unbelievably anti-normal.

Pulitzer Prize-Winning Poet Edna St. Vincent Millay (BTD in 1892)