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Finding the silence prerequisite for hearing…not easy. I’m grateful for yet another beautiful haiku insight from Lize.

those unspoken thoughts ~ I can hear them most clearly ~ when there is silence

@ Haiku out of Africa

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. The mind that responds to the intellectual and spiritual values that lie hidden in a poem, a painting, or a piece of music, discovers a spiritual vitality that lifts it above itself, takes it out of itself, and makes it present to itself on a level of being that it did not know it could ever achieve.

— Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island

I remember the deep quiet of walking through the woods on a snowy gray afternoon, the birches confident they couldn’t be seen poking out between the snow falling and already fallen.

Liz’s art makes these memories come back alive for me. Liz, thank you for that gift.

e daggar art: THE MUSEUM

Day nineteen : A stand of birch trees stood sentinel in the dark.

#Inktober2017 #inktober

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Another beautiful haiku by Lize Bard…

Haiku out of Africa

you came whispering ~ but through the noise I was deaf ~ so I missed your song

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Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets.
Words for the Year is one of my favorite blogs.
Enjoy!

Oh do you have time 
to linger 
for just a little while 
out of your busy 

and very important day 
for the goldfinches 
that have gathered 
in a field of thistles 

for a musical battle, 
to see who can sing 
the highest note, 
or the lowest, 

or the most expressive of mirth, 
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air

as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude –
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,

do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.

via “Invitation” by Mary Oliver — Words for the Year

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash

I’ve been following Elizabeth’s blog since the beginning of October and have thoroughly enjoyed it.

Here is something she wrote in a recent post that struck me.

Most folks are temporary. There’s a time during which you overlap. It ends.

The thing to always remember is that you’re permanent. Be permanent to yourself. A solid. And recognize those who exhibit permanent qualities in return— they’re your rocks. Will help get you to your True North. The Keepers.

– from this post

And here is an example of her artwork. 031_broom-and-pumpkin