Ripples

So fellow travelers,  this moment bubbled to the surface during my morning meditation by our pond.

 

 

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Golden fish surface

sudden ripples remind me

every thought matters

 

One of the most significant aspects of learning to meditate was becoming aware of  the stream of negative thoughts I was generating.  I was astounded to “hear” the judgemental, berating dialogue  most of it self-directed.  I by no means have silenced that voice, but awareness prevents me from focusing on the “stinkin’ thinkin’ ” which used to drag my spirit under.  The practice of mindfulness ( being aware of what one is thinking, feeling, focusing on in any given moment) has brought me closer to finding Peace.

This poem contains a reference to Mary Kellogg’s wonderful poem titled Octogenarian  which can be found in her book Whistling Woman.  I was blessed to hear her read the poem the first time I traveled to a Bedlam Farm Open House.  It was an “AHA moment” for many of us.  Her amazing poetry can be found at Battenkill Books, an amazing independant bookstore right in Cambridge NY.

 

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