Thank you for this. Yesterday was my birthday and I consider this my best gift. I have shared it widely. Thank you for providing sustenance and guidance during these tragic times.
"All history is taken in by stones...we are like stones; our own history and the history of the world embedded in us...we hold a deep sorrow within and cannot weep until that history is sung." Susan Griffin, [A Chorus of Stones: The Private Life of War.[1992] Also: Luke 19:39-40: Jesus responds to the Pharisees complaining about his disciples by saying "If these become silent even the stones will cry out."
a supreme gift. We are often reminded to listen to others, however to listen, as you have described it, to be listening in pure presence, to be in listening - profound. Thank you
I am back, having chosen to share publicly. This is the poem I wrote, the day before I received your beautiful post, looking down at our shore. Where the Salish Sea meets the land stalks the Great Blue Heron, each morning.
Your post, arriving the next day, was a blessing.
Am I/ are we/ free to share the Blue Heron woodcut? Who is the artist, please?
Suddenly, in what I choose to believe was a gift from the universe, I began receiving your moving writing. I forward them to friends all over the country. Thank you, Cameron! as to this last one....the chaos around our lives demands the quiet and refreshing listening of the heron described.
I live on an island in the Pacfic Northwest, Bainbridge Island, on the Puget Sound. Every monrning our Great Blue walks the shore, waiting, waiting, watching, in silence, the sleek grey bodied mirrored in the calm sea. Now, I see two. Every morning, I rest in the Great Blue, being with, being with, in Silence. It is my morning practice. Then, a poem arrives, and my pen moves across the white page: a Teaching. And my daily lesson guides the way.
I thank you for deepening my Morning Practice through this Sacred Story.
What a beautiful and apt description: "In a moment when everything is shouting—media, politics, institutions, even our own fear—it can feel counterintuitive to listen more than we speak. But what if listening is the work that heals? What if silence isn’t absence, but attention?"
Can you please share who is the artist for this heron picture? Thank you.
Thank you for this. Yesterday was my birthday and I consider this my best gift. I have shared it widely. Thank you for providing sustenance and guidance during these tragic times.
Beautiful reflection - we have a blue heron who visits the river edge in front of us - I will see him now with deeper eyes - thank you.
"All history is taken in by stones...we are like stones; our own history and the history of the world embedded in us...we hold a deep sorrow within and cannot weep until that history is sung." Susan Griffin, [A Chorus of Stones: The Private Life of War.[1992] Also: Luke 19:39-40: Jesus responds to the Pharisees complaining about his disciples by saying "If these become silent even the stones will cry out."
Love this. The blue heron is a remarkable creature. I just wish he did not like my koi.
a supreme gift. We are often reminded to listen to others, however to listen, as you have described it, to be listening in pure presence, to be in listening - profound. Thank you
Hello. Yes, the heron picture is incredible.
I am back, having chosen to share publicly. This is the poem I wrote, the day before I received your beautiful post, looking down at our shore. Where the Salish Sea meets the land stalks the Great Blue Heron, each morning.
Your post, arriving the next day, was a blessing.
Am I/ are we/ free to share the Blue Heron woodcut? Who is the artist, please?
Two long-necked herons
In the grey morning sea.
One, the shadow,
the other corporeal,
stalks silently,
slimmering on the smooth rolling sea.
Waiting
waiting patiently
for fish and beak to meet.
Suddenly, in what I choose to believe was a gift from the universe, I began receiving your moving writing. I forward them to friends all over the country. Thank you, Cameron! as to this last one....the chaos around our lives demands the quiet and refreshing listening of the heron described.
It is in stillness we hear what wants to be birthed through the eternal now.
Thank you, Cameron. Such beautiful imagery for classic wisdom.
I live on an island in the Pacfic Northwest, Bainbridge Island, on the Puget Sound. Every monrning our Great Blue walks the shore, waiting, waiting, watching, in silence, the sleek grey bodied mirrored in the calm sea. Now, I see two. Every morning, I rest in the Great Blue, being with, being with, in Silence. It is my morning practice. Then, a poem arrives, and my pen moves across the white page: a Teaching. And my daily lesson guides the way.
I thank you for deepening my Morning Practice through this Sacred Story.
What a beautiful and apt description: "In a moment when everything is shouting—media, politics, institutions, even our own fear—it can feel counterintuitive to listen more than we speak. But what if listening is the work that heals? What if silence isn’t absence, but attention?"
Thank you Cameron for your amazing reflections.
That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing.