Last Saturday, I dug up a climbing rose that I’d lovingly nurtured for nearly five years and threw it away. It had a serious disease, one that could spread to other rosebushes, so it wasn’t salvageable.
After removing the rose, I began to dig a hole a couple of feet away for another plant. Almost immediately, I hit something hard with my shovel—not an uncommon occurrence in my garden’s rocky soil. I discovered, however, that it wasn’t a rock I’d hit, but a brick, buried under at least eight inches of soil. I pulled the brick out of the ground and put my shovel in again—clunk! Another brick. And another. And another. By the time I called it a day, I’d dug up around twenty-five bricks, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Continue reading
Faith is an oasis in the heart that can never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
The Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater is one of my favorite dance companies. Ever since I first saw them perform, back when I was a twenty-something dance major, I’ve been in awe of the power of Mr. Ailey’s choreography and the strength and grace of his dancers. His signature piece, Revelations, continues to be an audience favorite, for good reason. It is a celebration of life, the joys, the sorrows, and everything in between.
I went looking on YouTube for the final section of Revelations tonight because I was in need of a little bit of uplifting, and it never fails to do the trick. (I have the entire dance on VHS, but my only VCR is in the basement.) While I wasn’t able to find a good video of the full cast (18 dancers) version of the final section, I did stumble across this video of the final section as it was performed by a smaller cast (10 dancers) at Mr. Ailey’s funeral in 1989. Small cast or not, it gave me the lift I needed, and I hope it will do the same for you.
Many thanks to thoughtsontheatre for sharing the work of German designer-illustrator Catharina Bruns (see more of her inspiring words and designs at workisnotajob).
Why do you stay in prison?
When the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear thinking.
Live in silence.
Photo by Lisa Tate
lifting their faces
to gargle raindrops
roots digging their toes in
to nestle and soak
in earth now pliable
and open to receive
brown turning green
the garden sighs
There is no path that goes all the way.
Not that it stops us looking
for the full continuation.
The one line in the poem
we can start and follow
straight to the end.
The fixed belief we can hold,
facing a stranger that saves
us the trouble Continue reading
Calvin & Hobbes ~Bill Watterson
We are not held back by the love we didn’t receive in the past, but by the love we’re not extending in the present.
An old man was sitting on the porch of the general store when a young man from the city drove up. The young man got out of the car and walked up to the old man and said, “I’m thinking of moving to this town, old man. What’s it like living here?”
The old man took a pull on his pipe and asked, “Well, young man, what’s it like where you come from?” The young man scowled. “It’s a terrible place!” he grumbled. “The people are incredibly rude and unfriendly. I can’t wait to leave!”
The old man nodded his head. “I see. Well, that’s pretty much what it’d be like around here, too.”
The next day, another young man drove up and stopped at the general store. Continue reading