I recently had my 41st birthday and to celebrate I did not bake this cake - a raw Carrot and Goji Berry delectation... it truly was awesome as everyone who tasted it remarked - once again I have Café Gratitude to thank for the masterful recipe.
As part of my celebration I had a party and asked those who felt so inclined, to bring poetry, so Rumi, Hafiz and David Whyte also made an appearance along with several others.
And after the poetry? Music from two of my accomplished friends Mr Paul Carlson and Mr Larry Levine (in the house). My apologies for no pictures of the bash other than my artwork in the kitchen. Next time...
So as I reach the end of this short post I would like to thank Ms Dannielle Wade for the sizable metamorphic rock which now lives on my coffee table (to the exclusion of all else) and assure her son, Dash, that 'it likes it here'!
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In closing, I give you Mr David Whyte with
Everything is Waiting for You
Everything Waits for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
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