Morning prayer
Animal spirits looking for a good home

Kissing the earth

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A little too abstract, a little too wise,
It is time for us to kiss the earth again,
It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies,
Let the rich life run to the roots again.

When I'm trying to find stillness in the midst of chaos, I often think of the lines above, from Robinson Jeffers' poem "The Return." They remind me that it's out in the natural world (not at my desk or on the computer screen) that I always find what I most need to sustain my strength, my imagination, and to keep the wells of inspiration from running dry. "Kissing the earth" is what, over and over again, brings me back to a place of balance, stillness, connection to the numinous; to the quiet, truthful place at the center of my soul and of my art. It's the place, or rather, the spiritual state that the Diné (Navajo) call hózhǫ́, walking in beauty.

In beauty may I walk
All day long may I walk
Through the returning seasons may I walk
Beautifully I will possess again
Beautifully birds
Beautifully joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk
With dew about my feet may I walk
With beauty may I walk
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty

- from the Beauty Way ceremony

Through a sea of bracken...

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