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| Northern lights from Easdale Island on 26th February 2023 |
Today Adrienne introduced her mountain practice , introducing it with this poem:
Doha: Spiritual Song of Realisation
by Lama Gendun Rinpoche
Happiness cannot be found through great effort and willpower,
But is already there, in relaxation and letting go.
Don’t strain yourself, there is nothing to do.
Whatever arises in the mind has no importance at all
because it has no reality whatsoever.
Don’t become attached to it.
Don’t pass judgement.
Let the game happen on its own, springing up and falling back,
without changing anything,
and all will vanish and reappear without end.
Only our searching for happiness prevents us from seeing it.
It is like a rainbow which you run after without ever catching it.
Although it does not exist, it has always been there
and accompanies you every instant.
Don’t believe in the reality of good and bad experiences:
they are like rainbows.
Wanting to grasp the ungraspable, you exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you relax this grasping, space is there,
open, inviting and comfortable.
So, make use of it. All is yours already.
Don’t search any further.
Don’t go into the inextricable jungle looking for the elephant
Who is already quietly at home.
Nothing to do
Nothing to force
Nothing to want
And everything happens by itself.
Bev took a writing prompt from the poem Well of Grief by David Whyte; the writing prompt was:
the source from which we
drink
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And now for some of
YOUR WRITING:
inspired by David White’s The Well of Grief & Doha
by Kay Ritchie
who knew the pesky flee had far more genes than me
or that the elephant in the room
felt more at home in the jungle
while we the humans are the monsters
stoking the fire of war with red hot words
that singe the edges of our world
evoking hatred fear
choking everything that’s dear
and although some days I feel I cannot breathe
and know the coins thrown in the fountain
sink without a trace
still there are places I can go to heal
by rivers by the sea in the country
and here with wise wise women who cast spells &
shine a light into the dark
with them I’ll never drown
The source from which we drink
by Fakhriya Abdulkadir
It is neither near nor far.
Big or small
It is within us all.
The mystery is finding it.
The magic is using it.
The power is spreading it.
Coming together demanding it.
Its beauty is seeing justice for all.
Caring and not leaving no one alone.
Strengthening the soul enjoining the body and mind.
We come from the same source.
Divided by corruption.
Tangled by the strings of life.
Once we realise LOVE is all we need to be one again.
Coin
by Lynnda Wardle
I am a cold coin
a wish tossed into cool
water carrying hope
of clear skies
birdsong for an unflooded spring
hands held lightly as we climb
summer warm on our necks
the golden crunch of leaves
fallen beneath our feet
frosty fingers and breathplume –
a wish to walk together
to notice
to love
My Rebellion
by Doreen Kelly
My Rebellion - Is to think differently.
To be creative though not in the way they expect.
I rebel by thinking outside a box that few even know is there.
My language of communication should be English.
But in my rebellion
There are times when
It seems even that
Isn’t my mother tongue.
My rebellion often appears self-defeating -
communication and connection
Are lost
As I toddle and waddle through life
Ears deceive brain:
Mouth, jaw and tongue abandon teamwork.
I am left mute and confused.
And yet I continue to try.
I leave home.
I use yarn, paper and ink etcetera to create.
AND ABOVE ALL I SHOW MY CREATIONS AND LET THEM GO
Forgotten
by Lisa Rossetti
We walked along the lanes together, my father and I.
The Cornish hedges high and tangled with green,
with tufted grasses bleaching in the sun.
He gave me words for plants and flowers:
Ragged Robin, Purple Vetch, Meadowsweet.
So mesmerised by sun and spells I wandered.
Then spied with child’s quick eyes
the hidden opening in the hedge,
to a long abandoned wayside well.
A small dark place, a shallow pool,
no offerings were left there any more,
its sacredness forgotten, faded.
I wonder now if I could ever find it once again.
the source from which we drink
by Fenella Rennie
Oh, would that I knew. It still seems to be hidden from me. Or perhaps, confessional, I choose not to see.
But also, I think that the source must be hidden within ourselves, oh that it was easier to capture.
Perhaps only by questioning ourselves, about ourselves, can it be reached.
On the other hand, perhaps only by continually saying out loud whatever rises to the surface, will we work out what it is that it all came from?
It feels too existential to be subject to resolution.
The past feels like the universe behind the mirror. Perhaps that's why I have a thing about mirrors.
The source from which we drink
by Antje Bothin
The source from which we drink
It is the lake that rests in peace
It is the river that runs in a hurry
It is a cup of tea that soothes the soul
the source from which we drink
it sends beams of energy towards us
refuels the empty barrels of our minds
and empowers us to shine,
to achieve, to reach our goals, and
to truly become who we are!
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Thanks to you all ...
... for your heartening feedback as always!
Rosemary: Hi, I am Rosemary- joining at last. Covid just clearing so want be vocal
Kay: thankyou Adrienne kx
Adrienne: Reacted to "thankyou Adrienne k..." with ❤️
Angie: That was great thank you. I love watching the clouds move. When I am meditating and my thoughts get in the way, I will imagine them as passing clouds.
Sheila: Thanks Adrienne
Adrienne: Thank you all. Cloud 9 I love it!
Giovanna: Caught a little of the meditation, thank you so much Adrienne.
Will try and pop back in for a cheeky wee listen later.
Adrienne: Reacted to "Caught a little of t..." with 👍🏼
Bev: the source from which we drink
Lynnda: Like a manifesto :)
Lynnda: Or a womanfesto!
Doreen: Algorithms have a lot to answer for
Lisa: Indeed
Adrienne: Reacted to "Algorithms have a lo..." with 👍🏼
Lisa: Rushing and surviving
Doreen Kelly: The media don't listen and just say what they believe
Linda: Ange- love the line "they make room for each other"...the swan and the seagull two different species of bird yet they can share the space peaceable
Lynnda: Loved the idea of all the journals of every size and colour … such a powerful piece thank you for sharing, Linda
Lisa: There are golden coins, treasure in the dark
Doreen: I was thinking of the geological cycle
Lynnda: Brilliant! I loved the idea of coming together as a community ….
Lynnda: Wonderful Karen! An exhortation!! Loved that
Lynnda: Yes!!
Linda: Karen...loved the line...do we ever stop searching under the lid of life...wow love that
Lisa: Does anyone know any competitions for poems about the female body ageing? I have many!! Looking to submit many more poems this year. Please let me know: lisa.rossetti@gmail.com
Lynnda: all this that we call world - I love that
Kay: wonderful to be back wonderful to have you back bev thankyou everyone kx
Giovanna: Loved your quaich and so much more in that Bev
Jo: Thanks all, Great session
Lisa: Thanks to all. Many many thanks.
Karen: Wonderful morning, thank you so much everyone x
Antje: Thank you very much. 🙂
Lesley: thanks everyone that was wondefful! x
Angie: Thank you everyone. Its been lovely spending a creative and peaceful morning with you all.
Doreen: thanks
Bev: here is the link to that documentary on Anaximander
Thanks to funders
Lapidus Scotland gratefully acknowledges the support of Glasgow City Health and Social Care Partnership's "Wellbeing for Longer in Glasgow Fund" (managed by Impact Funding Partners).
