Nurturing Thursday : Delight in Stillness and Repurposed for Monday Macro Photo Challenge

May that which is still 
be that in which your mind delights.

rose bud

Be Still And Know

Stillness, a sense of the unchanging, is all around, and at different levels. Look for it, explore its effects on you, and let it sink in.
Rick Hanson Just One Thing
I am participating in Nurturing Thursday
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Frequent Contributors to
Nurturing Thursday:

Tea and Paper
Pocket Perspectives
Jacqueline King
Crowing Crone Joss
Inside the Mind of Isadora
Meg Evans
Bowl of Cherries
Laurie’s Gentle Healing Notes
Mazeepuran

Here it is Monday and I would like to enter this rose close up image and and quote to Lens and Pens Macro Challenge.

Poetry Day 18: A Rubiayat

Rubaiyat of Carol

Each week I carried that small sweet green and gilded book,
To sunday school so like all the other children I would look.
No on notices that the cover read The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Truth by any hand is truth and this was my chosen book.

A Child of four or five I couldn’t or wouldn’t read,
You might believe innocence of intention I should plead
Except for the fact that I love its gold and scrolling words
Infused with the scent of leather and fresh ground cardamom seed.

To this day the mysteries of the East I do cherish.
All the people of this Earth have the right to their favorite dish
and favorite song and words that opens their hearts to love and praise.
Respect for all souls paths to paradise is my deepest heartfelt wish.

1/18/2014 Good Friday

So happy be reminded of this tender story of my childhood and to have this opportunity to share the mark it left on me.

Today I challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme. You can write a poem composed of one ruba’i, or try your hand at more, for a rubaiyat.

Wonder Wednesday: What Calls Us To Our fears?

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The grasp of winter beckons

what calls us to our fears?

Dark branches!

Choose well my friends

it is very late and

the path is guarded by our tears.

Carol Carlisle 10/13/13

I often wonder did Spider Woman create the first witches by wrapping ends of branches in her web? What is it that frightens us about her dance around the edges of our gardens?

Daily prompt ask for an examination of Late. My prompt  for you is Fears! Bhwa-ha-ha!

Nurturing Thusday: What Mama Told Me

Soul:The Essential Element

sunflower

A nurturing moment for you:

Center your attention on the flower of the sun while listening to this song of the soul.

Oh my mama told me
‘Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don’t give or sell your soul away
‘Cause all that you have is your soul
Well I was a pretty young girl once
I had dreams I had high hopes
I married a man he stole my heart away
He gave his love but what a high price I paid
All that you have is your soul

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

Why was I such a young fool
Thought I’d make history
Making babies was the best I could do
Thought I’d made something that could be mine forever
Found out the hard way one can’t possess another
And all that you have is your soul

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

I thought, thought that I could find a way
To beat the system
To make a deal and have no debts to pay
I’d take it all, I’d take it all, I’d run away
Me for myself first class and first rate
But all that you have is your soul

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

Here I am, I’m waiting for a better day
A second chance
A little luck to come my way
A hope to dream, a hope that I can sleep again
And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

Oh my mama told me
‘Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don’t give or sell your soul away
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

All that you have
All that you have
All that you have
Is your soul.

Tracy Chapman

Visit the Mother ship of Nurturing Thursday at the bright yellow words as well as the other brilliant satellites of wisdom below:

Laurie’s Notes
Jacqueline King
Crowing Crone Joss
Inside the Mind of Isadora
Pocket Perspectives

Sunlight, The Measure of Our Seasons

“Light, my light the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!” 

“Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life…” Tagore

Sunsetting North of Mount Tam

Sun setting North of Mount Tam June 21

I can measure how far North the Sun carries the light by its relation to Mount Tam and the Golden Gate Bridge. At Winter Solstice it is lights up the Middle of the GG Bridge. For the Summer Solstice the Sun is a hands width North of the highest peak on the skyline,The Sleeping Lady Mountain also Known as Mount Tamilpiaus.

How do you measure the seasons?

Walking Together in Peace and Beauty

We may think we walk alone

Together We We Walk in Beauty. Today’s post is an unintentional collaboration with my photo from California, a Wendell Berry  poem from Hawaii, and music that Joss, from Newfoundland posted.  The home at are feet is the whole world may we all learn to walk in peace together.

A Spiritual Journey
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long,
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch,
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,
and learn to be at home.
~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)
Moments after this poem appeared to me electronically Crowing Crown Joss post arrived with this Music