Circle begins at 10 am ET this morning: join us in a half hour loving kindness meditation!
There will not be a circle this coming Monday and Wednesday, Back in a week!
The guides love Circle of Light and make their appearance there.
Circle of Light is back on this morning! We will be meeting as usual next week, then not on Wednesday December 25 or the following Wednesday January first.
Here is the poem I read this morning that people wanted to copy:
Love Does That
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting than physical labor.
Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more than that,
he looks into the burro's eyes and touches her ears.
And for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does that.
Love frees.
by Meister Eckhart 1260-1327
@deetoo @raincloud @MaryS @Jude
Circle of Light is starting now. Hope to see you there.
Circle of Light is starting now. Hope to see you there.
Circle of Light is starting now. Hope to see you there.
It's when the earth shakes And foundations crumble
That our light is called to rise up.
It's when everything falls away and shakes us to the core
And awakens all of our hidden ghosts
That we dig deeper to find once inaccessible strength.
It's in tines when division is fierce that we must reach for each other
and hold each other much tighter.
Do not fall away now.
This is the time to rise.
Your light is being summoned.
Your integrity is being tested.
That it may stand more tall.
When everything collapses, we must find within us that which is indomitable.
Rise, and find the strength in your heart.
Rise, and find the strength in each other.
Burn through your devastation,
Make it your fuel.
Bring forth your light.
Now is not the time to be afraid of the dark.
By Chelan Harkin
Today's poem in Circle of Light.
We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.
--Tennessee Williams, 1982
Here's the whole thing:
"The world is violent and mercurial--it will have its way with you.
We are saved only by love--love for each other and the love that we feel pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent, being a writer, being a painter, being a friend.
We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love."
Poem:
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”
Danusha Laméris: Small Kindnesses, 2019, Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection
Community! I read one or two poems every Circle of Light, while we are settling into meditation. People have asked me for copies. Here is one of the poems I read last Monday morning.