On Meditating, Sort Of
Mary Oliver (From Blue Horses)
Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished
if you entertain a certain strict posture.
Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree.
So why should I think I could ever be successful?
Some days I fall asleep, or land in that
even better place — half asleep — where the world,
spring, summer, autumn, winter —
flies through my mind in its
hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent.
So I just lie like that, while distance and time
reveal their true attitudes: they never
heard of me, and never will, or ever need to.
Of course I wake up finally
thinking, how wonderful to be who I am,
made out of earth and water,
my own thoughts, my own fingerprints —
all that glorious, temporary stuff.
The Dakini Speaks
My friends, let’s grow up.
Let’s stop pretending we don’t know the deal here.
Or if we truly haven’t noticed, let’s wake up and notice.
Look: Everything that can be lost, will be lost.
It’s simple — how could we have missed it for so long?
Let’s grieve our losses fully, like ripe human beings,
But please, let’s not be so shocked by them.
Let’s not act so betrayed,
As though life had broken her secret promise to us.
Impermanence is life’s only promise to us,
And she keeps it with ruthless impeccability.
To a child she seems cruel, but she is only wild,
And her compassion exquisitely precise:
Brilliantly penetrating, luminous with truth,
She strips away the unreal to show us the real.
This is the true ride — let’s give ourselves to it!
Let’s stop making deals for a safe passage:
There isn’t one anyway, and the cost is too high.
We are not children anymore.
The true human adult gives everything for what cannot be lost.
Let’s dance the wild dance of no hope!
- Jennifer Welwood 🔮
Illustration by @katiekatiescott / Thank you @bluestarguidance for this 🌿
On this day a few years back my Facebook reminded me of the great experience creating this exhibit. Although my WW2 exhibit never had its time, I was able to get one exhibit off the ground before this museum closed its doors. It was a wonderful experience and it felt great to showcase a different aspect of California’s Military history, while helping the veteran community. Thank you to everyone that came to the exhibition or donated your time / services to make this exhibition come to fruition. 🙏🏻 #pastlife#museum#timeflies#community#california#donate#nonprofit#keepmovingforward#supportourtroops#impermanence
I took this photo about 8 years ago when I was 20 years old living in Chico, CA. I had spent the previous week riding my bike to watch Losang Samten, Tibetan scholar and former Buddhist Monk, create this beautiful sand mandala which represents all of life. The ceremony taking place in the photograph is a dissolution ceremony to sweep all the sand away. Sweeping away the sand symbolizes the belief in the transitory nature of material life - in other words - impermanence. He graciously gave me a packet of the sand to take with me and I kept it on display in my room for many years. A few years ago, I was getting ready to go to the Marin headlands, which I do once a year to pay my respects to my biological parents whose ashes are scattered in the bay. I noticed the packet of sand and being reminded of its meaning, grabbed it on my way out the door. I scattered the sand in the headlands that day, the way my parents ashes had been scattered there years ago. I still get sad and I still miss them and I’ll always hold them in the deepest part of who I am. However, I’m learning over and over again that nothing in this material world is permanent and these bodies we live in are just shells for our souls which will continue to live on through those we love ❤️