Nature Does Not Hurry

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“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Lao Tzu

Is there ever a reason for hurrying through our life moments? Only to get to the end of our embodied time here having forgotten we are the artist immersed in our own creation.

In a recent painting class the teacher taught us to step away from the canvas, walk around the room for a bit, then come back and see with a new perspective.

The everyday pace of nature unfolds slowly and with purpose, though sometimes it seems to humans there are sudden storms, hurricanes, earthquakes,, fires, trees dying or species disappearing.

What we don’t perceive is the conditions for these changes have been slowly building and changing hidden from us as we focused our awareness away from natural cycles and rhythms.

Aging brings us the wisdom of slowing down, sometimes because our physicality demands it  – but more often we notice the vast richness, depth and beauty of life is missed when our minds are caught in the web of a goal.

Natural unfolding – and the trust of it – reveals far more than goal orientation and hurry.

When a woman is in the first stages of giving birth, or a flower is still in bud, the natural unyielding laws of nature prevail.

Any attempt at hurrying those natural processes can destroy a life, or lives, waiting at the threshold to emerge.

If we merged with nature, as many indigenous humans have, and accepted her rhythms – instead of attempting to control, change or dominate – the natural cycles would carry us into the womb of life unfolding and the mystery and wisdom we seek.

Gaining trust never involves hurry.  Relationships take time to evolve and unfold.  They take attending to like an infant newly born or a tree just planted.

At some point as we rush through our life experiences focused on what is next we are faced with our own mortality.

Rushing something sooner than it is ready to be birthed means not listening to, or aware of, the innate impulses giving birth.  Instead we exert our will and accept meeting others perceived expectations or our own – loosing ourselves and the precious moments of our life.

Life artistry never hurries.  It always waits in the spaciousness of the moment….

before making it’s presence known.  Be surprised!

Gaye Abbott, 7/14/19

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A Prayer for the Living

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A Prayer for the Living

Life,
Break in me whatever needs to be broken.

Fix my hope of ever being fixed.

Use me. Draw every ounce of creativity out of me.

Help me live a radically unique life, forever forging a never-before-trodden path in the forest.

Show me how to love more deeply than I ever thought possible.

Whatever I am still turning away from, keep shoving in my face.

Whatever I am still at war with, help me soften towards, relax into, fully embrace.

Where my heart is still closed, show me a way to open it without violence.

Where I am still holding on, help me let go.

Give me challenges and struggles and seemingly insurmountable obstacles, if that will bring an even deeper humility and trust in the intelligence of life.

Help me laugh at my own seriousness.

Allow me to find the humor in the dark places.

Show me a profound sense of rest in the midst of the storm.

Don’t spare me from the truth. Ever.

Let gratitude be my guide.

Let forgiveness be my mantra.

Let this moment be a constant companion.

Let me see your face in every face.

Let me feel your warm presence in my own presence.

Hold me when I stumble.

Breathe me when I cannot breathe.

Let me die living, not live dying.
Amen.

~Jeff Foster

This prayer took hold of me and wouldn’t let go.

Rooted in presence and a complete and absolute trust in the unfolding source of life.

Facing with transparency and vulnerability whatever is before us.

Not a trying, but instead a deep acceptance of each present moment and ourselves.

Trusting that we will receive direction that births into knowing, and not knowing.

And in the not knowing, this fertile place of birth and creation, continuing to trust.

It just is.

Encompassing all landscapes, both inner and outer.

We call them dark times and light…..but they simply are now moments.

This is the intelligence of our life unfolding.

Finding the sacred in the ordinary.

Humor in the midst of seriousness and despair.

Wholeness in what appears to be broken.

Forever forging a never-before-trodden path in the forest.

Let me die living, not live dying.

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Gaye Abbott, 6/3/19

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