Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Le Printemps

Spring is the rejoicing time of the year.

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There are more moments than days, than years even. If anything should count let it be the lack of counting of days, or the watching of clocks. Living outside of the present moment is the source of folly, and so much indescribable pain felt by many who feel hopeless. Unaware of the effect of being present and being in the present countless many wallow in the unique pressure of being obsessed with time as if the temporal does not exist within the eternal. It is the same exercise of gazing at one's navel in an effort to see the focus of their life's strength and power. 


But, today the whole day conspires to either rejoice for all about the happy tidings of the day, the moment, or it is cruelly ignoring the retching pain of loss. Everything around me and outside of me is rejoicing as my Mother's spirit is rejoicing released from her body into the spirit world.

My mother died yesterday morning, April 8, 2013. - Gregory E. Woods


a sacred space a sacred time


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