A poem for you by Lucille Clifton.
“blessing the boats”
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that
Treya Killam Wilber shares incredible insights into living, dying, illness, and supporting each other in an article published in 1988, one year before her death.
“Attitudes and Cancer: What Kind of Help Really Helps?” centers us in the value of listening. I recommend this thoughtful, vital resource to everyone.
Hear Treya yourself, with this link to a short video recording here.
There’s also a book written with her partner about their journey together through the “Spirituality and Healing in the life and death of Treya Killam Wilber .” I’m going to be reading “Grace and Grit” soon.
Here we are in February of 2016, and on a day that has meaning of all kinds or none at all. I like to celebrate love, and want to share something from an author I love in honor of whatever this day means to you.
Annie Dillard’s writing is rooted in the Tao, and the graphic descriptions of nature are sometimes sharp as they are in this piece. If you choose not to follow the link to the full short story, may this serve as your valentine:
“The weasel lives in necessity and we live in choice, hating necessity and dying at the last ignobly in its talons. I would like to live as I should, as the weasel lives as he should. And I suspect that for me the way is like the weasel’s: open to time and death painlessly, noticing everything, remembering nothing, choosing the given with a fierce and pointed will.”
– Annie Dillard, “Living Like Weasels”
Full short story HERE.
Between birth and death,
Three in ten are followers of life,
Three in ten are followers of death,
And humans just passing from birth to death also number three in ten.
Why is this so?
Because they live their lives on the gross level.
One who knows how to live can walk abroad
Without fear of rhinoceros or tiger.
They will not be wounded in battle.
For in them rhinoceroses can find no place to thrust their horn,
Tigers no place to use their claws,
And weapons no place to pierce.
Why is this so?
Because they have no place for death to enter.
– Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching