A bluebird on our "church" bird house this morning
It sometimes surprises people when they find out that I don’t go to church. I have gone to many churches, and attended many different religious/spiritual celebrations, services, and rituals, and I find my deepest feeling of connection comes from silent, alone time. Sometimes this is outside in nature, but often it is sitting with my first cup of coffee at 5 am, in the living room, listening to the cats eating their breakfast, meditating on the goodness of this life.
Whatever “place” you choose to be in this weekend, may it be one of deep peace and connection to the Love that is who you are.
MAY MY HEART ALWAYS BE OPEN by e.e. cummings
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
