>>>>Jane Through The Seasons

What if one rises to the day asking what will you teach me today? Then spends the seconds of the day like a student, learning: how the heart beats; how pride bows low, forehead to earth, in love; how the colors of pain paints suffering’s steps towards wisdom; and how peace sits always at the door of intellect, patiently waiting to illustrate calm. And you know with all your being that there is more than you see, more than you understand and truth shines brighter than any star and all there is in a today is simply to ask for help, to be led to where you ought to go and for the strength to muster another step towards that which you are in truth. To know without doubt that the sun is your friend; the air is your friend; the trees are your friends; the birds are your friends; the earth is your friend; the oceans and seas are your friends; and the heart of every human being––whether she knows it or not––is friend. How does one step into such a day? Is it by saying this is who I am and w

The Road Home by Rumi º 

 An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks of wheat, not knowing the abundance all around. It thinks its one grain is all there is to 

 love. So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to. This body, 
 one path or one teacher. Look 

 wider and farther. The essence of every human being can see , and what that essence-eye takes 

 in, the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon! The ocean pours 
 through a jar, and you might say it 

 swims inside the fish! The mystery gives peace to your longing and makes the road home home. --- º From The Soul of Rumi    Translated by Coleman Barks Home is where the heart is” says Pliny the Elder. Hence in order to find one’s home one must know one’s heart, and to be at home is to rest where one’s heart rests. But in Coleman Barks’ translation of Rumi’s poem, “The Road Home,” interest sits on the path towards discovery and union with the heart. Here Rumi seems to

Man & Car in Blizzard --- JAO