Poem: Ice Break
On the far edge of winter
a frozen lake quakes and groans
as a warm sunrise hints at Spring.
Reader's Poem: After the Ecstasy, the Laundry
The real journey is finding our home. Life becomes simple and whole, painful as well as beautiful. Where we already are is the path and the goal. Release habits of grasping, aversion and fear. Circumstances of life will insist on getting our attention. Stop evading the truth. Spiritual life is not about knowing much, but about loving much. Meet each personas brother and sister. Service is the expression of the awakened heart. One step at a time, one person, one moment. This moment.
Reader's Poem: Being Mortal
Death is not failure. Death is normal.
Sooner or later independence will become impossible.
Medicine has transformed life into a long, slow fade.
The trouble is we expect more from life than survival.
When life’s fragility is primed ,goals and motives shift completely.
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Spiritual Imagery and Experiences for New Contemplatives
Adults approaching forty occupy a unique space in the life cycle. Having moved beyond their teenage years, they have accumulated their own stories about lived challenges and opportunities. They have learned a great deal about their unique gifts, skills, and passions. At the same time, it is unlikely that they have begun to exercise their full personal capacity or experience the process of physical diminishment to the same degree as their elders.