A pride of lions in my yard so bold;
A common flowers no one sees, a weed!
And yet, a noble bloom of yellowed gold:
By June their nodding heads have turned to seed.
Hold summer in your hand, a tiny cup;
A glass of wine, the smallest tingling sip!
On heady green and golden summers sup;
Change seasons yet by raising glass to lip.
Yet in our winter's direst frost we taste
A silken summer's spill of fiery tales
When blowing snow bids body's sense be chaste
My wintry nose prefers a summer's ale.
Though winter's breath says I should be a-dyin',
I long for summer's gold in dandelions!
xo
Russell
Welcome MAEEC 2009 Cohort!
This blog was created to draw on the collective experience and wisdom of our classmates to confront despair and gain hope through mindful practices.
In our quest to change the world, we can process inner despair by quieting the senses to fully engage the despair and in doing so, gain hope through compassion and connectivity. This personal journey speaks to the soul, and in healing yourself, you add to the healing of the Earth.
We invite each of you to share your personal stories and tools of how you bravely acknowledge despair through mindfulness. By informing each other of our experiences throughout these two years, we hope to create meaning for each other and foster a collective understanding of the power of stillness.
Looking forward,
Leigh, Alla, Michelle, and Elisa
In our quest to change the world, we can process inner despair by quieting the senses to fully engage the despair and in doing so, gain hope through compassion and connectivity. This personal journey speaks to the soul, and in healing yourself, you add to the healing of the Earth.
We invite each of you to share your personal stories and tools of how you bravely acknowledge despair through mindfulness. By informing each other of our experiences throughout these two years, we hope to create meaning for each other and foster a collective understanding of the power of stillness.
Looking forward,
Leigh, Alla, Michelle, and Elisa
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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I love lying down in a bed of dandelions, the gold and the green spread out around me. The bumblebees spread a warm, fuzzy aura around me as I relax into pure bliss.
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