June 28, 2021
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Life is indeed wild and precious. In the most beautiful moments, like a quiet Sunday morning, with a hazy sunrise and only the sounds of the birds - this is the sweet nectar of life. In these delicious moments, we fall in love with being alive. Of course we can't exist only in those magical moments, but we can certainly create more of them.
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Look for good. A regular gratitude practice teaches us to find the good in the world instead of what is "wrong".
There's enough fear, darkness and negativity out there. Let's fuel the light.
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