Checking in ...

I've not posted in a long while - things have seemed so grim the last six months, that I've experienced an unaccustomed sense of futility and hopelessness; so much so that I haven't cared to share anything with anyone: neither my self, nor my thoughts, or presence. I'm so sorry that I have thought only of myself, and that I don't know how to stop, yet. That, too, is an unaccustomed behaviour. I wish I understood better what was going on in my head. I don't know what I'm feeling.

Enough. On another note, I was reading today, and came across the following quotes, grouped together from Maya Angelou. I like what she has to say.  Namaste.

“Everything has rhythm. everything dances.

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that  you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” 

---  Maya Angelou

Silent Nights

It's an nearly midnight here, and very quiet for late Saturday night - no sirens, no choppers, no speeding cars, no yelling or screaming drifting up the hill from neighborhoods far away from here. It is SO quiet. I love nights like this. There's a gibbous moon hanging low in the sky, and I've just heard a car 'bumping' up the street - the first thing I've heard since 7 pm. These are the kinds of nights I remember as a child - dark, moonlight silvering the trees, and a sense of expectation, of magic - as if something wondrous were coming, if we waited long enough, listened hard enough. There's great joy and great promise on the verge of manifestation. Not a dog barking, cat meowing, or coyote singing - perfect. I have little to say, other than, how wonderful! It feels as if, were I to ask, the universe would answer ... Peace is flowing, deep within me, in my heart, where it has been a stranger for some years, now. It is falling like misting spring rain over the town, a warming thread within the breeze, welcome after the sound and fury we experienced last night - it feels sweet. It's Palm Sunday in 30 minutes - I don't observe such things strictly anymore, but the habit dies hard - the worship and duties associated with Holy week leading up to Easter. I am Unitarian and minimalist in my religious observances, any more - if divinity does not exist within each and every one of us, by grace, within each and every living thing, then I have no choice but to question its existence in any of us. But, that's a discussion for another place and time - I want to be quiet, I want to enjoy this sense of well-being and peace, as long as it lasts. Such moments are rare, and all the sweeter for it. I hear smiles in the wind tonight. Namaste. LinDee54