My friend who is a Buddhist said once after coming out of a meditation retreat, “The colors were so much more vibrant afterward.” Her meditation teacher said, “When you are present, the world is truly alive.”
Be here now.
Without mindfulness and presence of mind, nothing can be accomplished.
—Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche
Thoughts of the past and future spoil your time.
These two things must be cut away: fear of the future and the memory of past sufferings. The latter no longer concern me, and the future does not concern me yet.
Present moment, wonderful moment.
—Thich Nah Hanh
Developing a one-pointed mind …will enrich your life moment by moment. You will find that your senses are keener, your emotions more stable, your intellect more lucid, your sensitivity to the needs of others heightened. Whatever you do, you will be there more fully.
Let the soul be happy in the present, and refuse to worry about what will come later.
There are people who do not live their present life; it is as if they were preparing themselves, with all their zeal, to live some other life, but not this one. And while they do this, time goes by and is lost. We cannot put life back into play, as if we were casting another roll of the dice.
All through high school I felt confined; imprisoned inside my blue uniform, except when I rode my bicycle to and from school, a five mile journey through fields and paddies. whenever I had time I would get off my bike in the middle of a cabbage field and take a deep breath—that was always a moment of liberation.
Death is not an event of life. It is not experienced. If by ‘eternity’ we mean not an infinite temporal duration but atemporality, then whoever lives in the present lives eternally.
In my life I’ve struggled with considering myself “a writer,“ but according to one of my favorite writers, if you write, you’re a writer. So I suppose I am!
The other thing that strikes me in this moment, as I write my self-introduction for Dr. C’s June 2021 Share the Wealth, is that I frequently surprise myself by reading something I’ve written long enough ago that I almost don’t remember writing it – and sometimes, I think, who wrote that!? That’s beautiful!
And in those moments, I think of all the people in my life who might benefit from those particular words, and often there are at least one or two people who happen to need just those words, at just this time, and it’s in those moments that I feel like a writer.
Join us for a discussion on how the written word can offer compassion, healing, solace… Jessica will share some of her poems, explain how her writing process got her through some of her darkest days, and share stories of how the written word has brought guidance, brightness and hope.
Jessica holds a leadership position at Edward Jones, where she uses the power of words to help people dig below the surface of corporate culture to understand their intrinsic motivators and goals, in order to reach whatever potential they feel ready to achieve. Writing has been a passion of hers since she was able to hold a pencil. She lives in South St. Louis City with her two dogs, Sana & Lucy, and her boyfriend, Tim.
We gather on Sunday 27 June
7:00 p.m. Central Time
Via Zoom: email me for URL…email@example.com
P.S. Jessica studied with me at SLU in the fall of 2005, and I am grateful for her presence in my life!
Both M. and Akhmatova had the astonishing ability of somehow bridging time and space when they read the work of dead poets. By its very nature, such reading is usually anachronistic, but with them it meant entering into personal relations with the poet in question: it was a kind of conversation with someone long since departed. From the way in which he greeted his favorite poets of antiquity in the Inferno, M. suspected that Dante also had this ability. In his article “On the Nature of Words” he mentions Bergson’s search for links between things of the same kind that are separated only by time–in the same way, he thought, one can look for friends and allies across the barriers of both time and space. This would probably have been understood by Keats, who wanted to meet all his friends, living and dead, in a tavern.