”If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment. If a shower drives us for shelter to the maple grove or the trailing branches of the pine, yet in their recesses with microscopic eye we discover some new wonder in the bark, or the leaves, or the fungi at our feet.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
(Journal, September 23, 1838)
“The Earth offers gift after gift — life and the living of it, light and the return of it, the growing things, the roaring things, fire and nightmares, falling water and the wisdom of friends, forgiveness. My god, the gift of forgiveness, time, and the scouring tides. How does one accept gifts as great as these and hold them in mind?
Failing to notice a gift dishonors it, and deflects the love of the giver. That’s what’s wrong with living a careless life, storing up sorrow, waking up regretful, walking unaware. But to turn the gift in your hands, to say, this is wonderful and beautiful, this is a great gift — this honors the gift and the giver of it. . . . Notice the gift. Be astonished at it. Be glad for it, care about it. Keep it in mind. This is the greatest gift a person can give in return.”
— Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature
Elisa's Spot 
Everything is now. So much wrapped up in that thought. Just think–Everything! Wow, I can’t wrap my mind around it. 🙂
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Kathy?
There really hasn’t been anything for me to say back to you about your statement. 🙂
I am pleased with your expression. This morning while I was pondering what the other commenter asked me and tried to state within what they said, I looked up at your comment and laughed. I noted vines coming out of your ears and wrapping round your head and growing in fast view up and down. I thought, yeah but it can get around you, so don’t worry over it 😛
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Don’t worry, you don’t ever have to reply back. Sometimes I just share a comment so you can see I’ve been present. Glad to hear the vines can get around!
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UGH! I often wish that I did not have to use words, and could just implant the thoughts and feelings. I just kept looking at what you said and smiling. There isn’t really, so far as my skill perhaps, a way with my words, to convey the staring and smiling moments back to you. And, I like your present footprints.
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I feel so disconcerted these days around words and blogging and identity. Am not who I used to be. It doesn’t feel the same. And, yet, so often want to grasp back to the past and say something–anything–to make it feel like it used to. Hope that makes a little bit of sense?
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Indeed is everything is NOW. But how do you shift into this space? How do you let go of the attachments to the past? How do you let go of your story?
Shakti
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I do not believe that there is a shift. Said shift, to me, is like trying to run along gleefully stapling air into a fixed position. Perception or observation of it occurring, without ‘us’ could allow us to experience living, life, and vitality. It is up to the individual to decide if it is lying to itself about satisfaction and about being grounded.
To me, the concept of story, shoved down the throats of humans now, for profit only, creates discord and imbalance. Energy goes out, energy comes in. Simple.
I would ask for clarification from many, who speak or ask about letting go, particularly of the idea of past. In a general way, I stated that all time is now. Everything we have done, are doing now, and could or will chose is immediate. Attempts to staple it, forget it, ignore it are denial.
If you are asking how to live and to move forward from a past thing, I would suggest not regretting the past or wishing to shut the door upon it. I would suggest doing the best one can do, at choosing the next right thing, noticing the ripples and continuing that process.
I wonder many times, if hyper focus upon letting go, healing, and so on, leads to obsessive unbalanced living. The same living that draws people to this concept that appears to be a magic bandaid of escape. If one’s success is based upon proudly completing these tasks, one must always then have the very thing that is felt as the object of such escape. I laugh as I type this part. The image coming into my head were many hands tattooing transgressions and events onto their skin and with smiling faces allowing everyone to see. Wouldn’t that make things seem simpler?
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