Sunday, October 31, 2004


When you look into a kaleidoscope, each slight turn brings a new, beautiful pattern into existence. Another slight turn, and the former pattern is gone, never to be seen again.

Is this not a mirror of the wheel of life? Each moment has its own existence, its own reality. Then it is gone, replaced by another moment. Finding peace involves appreciating each moment, then letting it go without regret.

Thus the moments pass, birth to death, when the spirit continues on without the hindrance of the body, eternally moment to moment.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Cleaning Out

The Wisdom of Age

There is a wisdom
that comes with age.

The experiences
of my life
are uniquely mine.

I have learned much
that enriches
my daily life.

Today I will treasure
my inner wisdom.

I will allow it
to grow broader
and deeper.

- Pat Corrick Hinton, Time to Become Myself

I am decluttering and cleaning out my apartment, using the principle of "keep only what you love or actually will use in the future". I am currently working on my kitchen, sorting, pitching and cleaning.

In doing this, I am reclaiming my space. This is internally rewarding. However, it has made me face some disconcerting realities. For instance, I was considering which kitchen equipment and containers to keep or to discard. I will never do any more marathon cookie-baking sessions. Out goes the huge cookie jar and two of my four baking sheets. I will never need four large serving platters again. Which two should I keep? There is some sadness in this, as it means internally letting go of activities which have been a part of my life.

I opened my heart to further embrace my life and its realities. In cleaning out and letting go, I make room for greater clarity of mind and loving acceptance of myself.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Animal Lovers All

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.
--Diane Ackerman

via Kathryn Petro, A Mindful Life

I have been fortunate to live in my condominium community for 17 years. The essence of the neighborliness we share exists in individuals' love for their companion animals.

Last week, a newer resident was out looking for her cockatoo, Maggie, who had inadvertently been given an escape route through an open balcony door. The word spread, and 18 neighbors were soon gathered in the courtyard to search for the woman's beloved pet. As darkness began to fall, all held flashlights, poring through the leafery, with towels handy in the event the bird was spotted on the ground. Alas, it was not to be found.

Early the following morning, the owner reported hearing Maggie's distinctive call. Everyone who did not have work obligations resumed the search, with some newcomers joining the group.
Again, no luck.

Maggie's story ended that evening. It became colder and very windy, and a bedraggled Maggie was found dead on the sidewalk.

This incident touched my heart. Even though most of us have cats and/or dogs, and though very few knew this woman, we rallied around to try to save this human/animal relationship.

I live in a good space.

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