#winterwords

[lyricallyrational]

I say

I stumble upon art

like children stumble upon words

Like birds twitter in the dark

everyone is quiet

Enough to do their parts.

But am I aesthetic

or

Am i just trying ?

To gain some impartial

Meaning to my daily life

Between

the normality

And the reckless drive ..

The winter chill

Keeps me up

at long hours asking

If it can find some heat

My reply is just so careless

coz I don't know

when the sun begins

Or the rain ends

So I ask it the same thing

Hoping to pass a test

But tough luck I fail again

So I end up

just listening

To the birds that twitter

And all I want is in everything .

-komal

Ps. Taylor just announced her new album AGAIN . ⚰️✨

[kids-learning-videos]

[amareworkshop]

The Winter of Listening by David Whyte No one but me by the fire, my hands burning red in the palms while the night wind carries everything away outside. All this petty worry while the great cloak of the sky grows dark and intense round every living thing. What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence. What we strive for in perfection is not what turns us into the lit angel we desire, what disturbs and then nourishes has everything we need. What we hate in ourselves is what we cannot know in ourselves but what is true to the pattern does not need to be explained. Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born. Even with the summer so far off I feel it grown in me now and ready to arrive in the world. All those years listening to those who had nothing to say. All those years forgetting how everything has its own voice to make itself heard. All those years forgetting how easily you can belong to everything simply by listening. And the slow difficulty of remembering how everything is born from an opposite and miraculous otherness. Silence and winter has led me to that otherness. So let this winter of listening be enough for the new life I must call my own. . . . #davidwhyte #winter #winterwords (at Chester, Vermont) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrQITguB7gH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=197krg0mgll1q

[herbariumofheart-blog]

She Let Go She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore

Rev Safire Rose

[herbariumofheart-blog]

The earth is rocky and full of roots; it’s clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you’ll never see it again - it’s death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil. Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up. The light shines in the dark … Do we plant bulbs in the cold rocky crummy earth? Always! Do we light candles? Again–always.

Anne Lamott

[herbariumofheart-blog]

Solstice

Winter is difficult because the reminders of natural life are hidden from us under deep snow and ice. During this time, we are left to ourselves. Just as the sun welcomes synchronicity at each solstice, winter is another reunion of this natural peace. Welcoming this pause ourselves allows our inner and outer body to once again reconnect to the seasons of life. Thus tying the tide of winter and summer to the tide of inner and outer self. Life necessitates winter, because winter snowfalls feed the summer rivers. A deprived winter yields a deprived summer. Under the gentle, sleepy safety of the winter, greet your inner self with the same warmth and inquisitiveness as the solstice sun.