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Daily Post: Trust
Source: Behavior Gap
Children have never been good at listening to their parents, but they have never failed to imitate them. – John Medina Brain Rules for Baby: How to Raise a Smart and Happy Child from Zero to Five
(via Live by example)
Postcard from MN: The loons of Lake Washburn say good night.
Lead by Mary Oliver
Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told me of one on the shore that lifted its head and opened the elegant beak and cried out in the long, sweet savoring of its life which, if you have heard it, you know is a sacred thing., and for which, if you have not heard it, you had better hurry to where they still sing. And, believe me, tell no one just where that is. The next morning this loon, speckled and iridescent and with a plan to fly home to some hidden lake, was dead on the shore. I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.
An even closer closeup of the stamens of St. John's Wort (or what I like to call the Fibre Optic plant), which has suddenly flowered en masse, spilling over the fence into the gravel surrounding the blueberry patch.
What the hell is wrong with you? Plenty is wrong with me, he thought. Plenty. The land of plenty. The sea of plenty. The air of plenty.
Ernest Hemingway, from Islands in the Stream (Scribner Book Company, 1976)
KEEPING QUIET
by Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.
Eternal.
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"If we truly want to meet each other, that mysterious junction of suffering and love could well be the most truthful and potent place."
http://onbeing.org/
Tsoknyi Rinpoche posted them to remind his students: “Life begins with love, is maintained with love, and ends with love. Right now, while we’re alive, is the time to practice and express love. So please take care of your love. Love is capable of reaching so many people.”
http://onbeing.org/program/far-shore-aging
Much has been said about the “voice of depression.” It is a voice that speaks despairingly about the whole of one’s life no matter how good parts of it may be—a voice so loud and insistent that when it speaks, it is the only sound one can hear. I know that voice well. I have spent long days and nights listening to its deadly urgings.
PARKER J. PALMER
In a dark time, the eye begins to see… —Theodore Roethke
The human heart is the first home of democracy. It is where we embrace our questions. Can we be equitable? Can we be generous? Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds, and offer our attention rather than our opinions? And do we have enough resolve in our hearts to act courageously, relentlessly, without giving up—ever—trusting our fellow citizens to join with us in our determined pursuit of a living democracy? —Terry Tempest Williams
Everyone suffers, silently or obviously, one way or the other. Once you see that connection, tenderness follows.
On Being columnist Maggie Lane on the tenderness behind suffering. (via explore-blog)
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This Is How Successful Leaders Spent Their Teenage Years
With lots of alone time
Reading, reading, reading
Play acting
Experimenting
Creating instead of consuming
Getting away from the social pressures of school
“Very few of these people spent their time playing organized sports … they instead were in their bedroom, backyard, or nearby park playing by themselves. They were letting their imagination run wild.“