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patience

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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tree hug

“Woodman spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I’ll protect it now!”
George Pope Morris

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I think of the people who came before me and how they knew the placement of stars in the sky, watching the moving sun long and hard enough to witness how a certain angle of light touched a stone only once a year. Without written records, they knew the gods of every night, the small, fine details of the world around them and of immensity above. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Tonight, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and Listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
Linda Hogan, Walking from Dwellings

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Every Sunset a place where the tension of  the opposites embrace. This  still point  a promise of balance between day and night, light and dark, out and in. Each Sunset is a treasure as i stand in stillness and silence allowing  thankful hellos and grateful goodbyes to embrace and  let-go. It is here i linger and turn my eyes to the approaching darkness to gaze upon the star that links this heart to Grandfather and count 1-2-3.  One is for Thee, Two is for me, and Three is for All. It is here past and present commit to now and forever.  Here  there  is a knowing time is an artificial concept of the dualistic mind, it is all Now.

When  a child  i became enchanted with Sunset as wild turkeys would take their miraculous flight to old tall Cottonwood trees and diverse animals would gather at the pond to share a drink of water.  As if in the balance a free zone for peace was declared.  Each Sunset as big breasted turkeys took flight reaching the high branches of safety, it was an opening  for truth remaining through the years;  All things are possible no matter how difficult the day or dark the night.

It is here at Sunset the edges of other/outer dissolve as the sharp contrast of daylight fades. The  known (i) that has walked through the day begins to appear minute and insignificant.    In the silence, glimpses of Her Oneness are known. With Sunset i bow the head and give thanks for the Dark Mother’s All embracing vastness of Thou and Thouness.

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Prairie Dog Sun Salutation

“I watched prairie dogs every day, rise before the sun, stand with their paws pressed together facing the rising sun in total stillness for up to 30 minutes,” says Williams. “And then I watched them at the end of the day take that same gesture 30 minutes before the sun goes down they would press their palms together in perfect stillness. I don’t mean to anthropomorphize, but when you look at a creature that has survived over the millennium begin and end each day in that kind of stance, it causes one to think about one’s own life and speed and rapidity in which we live.”

–Terri Tempest Williams,
Finding Beauty In A Broken World

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