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Sweet Breathing

Welcome the New Year!

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“And now we welcome the new year,

full of things that have never been.”

-Ranier Maria Rilke

Each of these snowflakes have never been before. Each new crystal is a unique expression of wonder! Light filled, every one. These are a few of the many many reasons that I am completely enamored of snow!  The peacefulness, the beauty, the calm, the quiet, the sweetness, the meditative stillness, and that unique expression of wonder – it all embraces me completely.

And aren’t we all like this too, unique expressions of wonder?  Light filled crystals of being? Yes, I think we are. May we all be filled with this light and wonder, knowing our unique expression of being this New Year…

It is very softly snowing on this dawn of the newest year and all of these feelings are very present – as am I. And in stillness I am listening to what my heart prays…

“Sit in stillness and listen to what your heart prays.”

-Ruth Jewell

Sweet Breathing

A Great Presence Stirring Beside Me

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In honor of this Winter Solstice… homage to the darkest of our days, as we welcome back the sun’s increased presence.

This Rilke poem and the beautiful art below by Sha’an d’Anthes were originally paired on Dreamwork with Toko-pa’s website.  Check out her Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/DreamworkWithTokopa/?hc_ref=ARTk9RUC0IRzfTgBfv6vMarLzO_YzVEPNZm3SHBE-xpONW_Y3tI7c-rh69H92c2fCEo&fref=nf&pnref=story

“You, darkness, of whom I am born —

I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.

But the darkness embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations — just as they are.

It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night.”

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Artwork below by Sha’an d’Anthes

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Sweet Breathing

At No Other Time Than the Autumn

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“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne

“He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.”

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring