It felt more like a friendly visit than like a reading. I suppose it was both of these.
For whatever reason, listening to you reminded me of the line from Herman Hesse: “Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”
I have plucked the bloom of a soft summer breeze and let the pedals fall like shooting stars. There was no hell. There was no heaven. There was only Being.
Thanks for inspiring me to get out to the park to see the hundreds of early robins getting the worm on the ball fields or walk down to the beach past the cattails full of red winged blackbirds, or work in the yard, or all three!
Thank you Nia.
I cried too these last few days,
While hiking in the national monuments and forests
of our rapidly changing and all to arid borderland wilds…and cared for by
gracious souls
who have given their love, time and life to the marvel and care of the sacred that sustains.
Beautifully said, Harry. Been thinking of old times this past week, working on your house up the canyon, the beauties of the Gallatin in summer …
It felt more like a friendly visit than like a reading. I suppose it was both of these.
For whatever reason, listening to you reminded me of the line from Herman Hesse: “Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”
I have not heard that line before and right now nothing feels more fitting. Thank you, Kenneth!
But I suppose we shouldn't make a habit of picking the flowers. Lets just enjoy them in their native pose.
Very true, though there are the flowers growing on plants who thrive more when the blooms are plucked ...
Maybe hell has a lot of knapweed and Canada thistles? Those have plenty of blooms and it's hard to remove too many of them.
I have plucked the bloom of a soft summer breeze and let the pedals fall like shooting stars. There was no hell. There was no heaven. There was only Being.
Thanks for inspiring me to get out to the park to see the hundreds of early robins getting the worm on the ball fields or walk down to the beach past the cattails full of red winged blackbirds, or work in the yard, or all three!
I love picturing this! 🐦⬛
I got the first one done and then it started raining! Now I have to clean the house before my wife gets home from her girls’ weekend.
I personally find cleaning house very therapeutic!
It's been a harder sell than laundry or cooking, but I'm getting there.
Love the personal readings. Intimate and humble and human.
Recording outside and hearing the tiny dinosaurs sing is the cherry on top.
Those tiny dinosaurs make my day, no matter what else it tries to throw at me 💚