Maybe brought on by the longer days and the increasing sunshine, there were more than the usual instances making me smile during the last few days, so I thought I share some of them …
Exploring with a client what it is that can shine through our eyes, and sharing an image of a Tibetan Lama, Kalu Rinpoche. We reflected on what is communicated through our eyes. It is certainly informed by our inner attitude, by our projection. The way we look at ourselves, at others, at our surroundings, and at the world at large
Irrespective of the Lama’s Mr Spock ears, I feel deeply nourished by what shines through his eyes.
Hazrat Inayat Khan spoke of the smiling forehead. https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/XIV/XIV_1.htm
My resident blackbird family – dad plucking worms for his offspring.
Tiny plants in my garden, like Creeping Moss Phlox and London Pride.
Stories shared among friends about invisible presences that have come to say, ‘Hello.’
The intimation found in an old graveyard brushed by the evening sun – ‘Ha, ha, there’s no death – we’re having a wonderful time.’
A broken rhododendron branch – its budding flowers shouting, ‘Take us home and we’ll open’
The friend for whom I did photographic portraits, saying:
‘I must get to know this stranger.’
Strawberry soup my mother used to make – slice berries, add sugar to draw juices, let it stand, the longer the better, add milk and dabs of whipping cream.
And on days like today, the late sunrays visiting my garden.
Moments of being – an aware and restful state of mind, an empty sphere from where anything can emerge.
* * * emptiness * * *
… only the unfettered mind holds
the virtual teasing in poise
screeners ponder its Socratic
wisdom in the bright light of day
peals of laughter – a burst of love …