Grace and Beauty
I slowly ease into a magnificent Sunday morning after meditation, with grace, drinking in the myriad examples of beauty in my life...
I gratefully smile, recalling a wonderful evening spent with family and friends enjoying Garrison Keillor and "A Prairie Home Companion," at Wolftrap National Park for the Performing Arts - an event that has become a yearly tradition with a dear friend and her family...
The music, company, and food were exquisite - and the evening full of joy...Every present moment gracefully unfolded into the next, and the next one, and the one after that, so that each moment in and of itself seemed eternal, and in each one the Essence of the Divine was felt and touched.
Garrison is his vintage self - and I drink in the words to an exquisite song that he has written and think it to be, one of the most beautiful love songs I have ever heard:
I marvel at gifts received in recent messages sent - and the opportunity to connect once again, just as deeply, to a soul I have not spent time with in over thirty years...
Every day I am reminded - in so many instances and opportunities - that we are really all one - and the parameters and boundaries of the world are constantly shrinking...Even the veil which separates different planes and dimensions seems to be vanishing or disappearing...
My heart is warmed by a few brief postings of such grace and beauty - that seem the perfect messages for me - at precisely this time...
I gratefully smile, recalling a wonderful evening spent with family and friends enjoying Garrison Keillor and "A Prairie Home Companion," at Wolftrap National Park for the Performing Arts - an event that has become a yearly tradition with a dear friend and her family...
The music, company, and food were exquisite - and the evening full of joy...Every present moment gracefully unfolded into the next, and the next one, and the one after that, so that each moment in and of itself seemed eternal, and in each one the Essence of the Divine was felt and touched.
Garrison is his vintage self - and I drink in the words to an exquisite song that he has written and think it to be, one of the most beautiful love songs I have ever heard:
"Beautiful girl, in this cafe...
You are not alone...
What you feel now,
I too have known--
You are not alone...
When love is lost,
so much remains...
The steady roll of waves
along the coast...
The sweetness of the rain...
Racing down the hills unafraid...
Beautiful girl, in this cafe...
Now I am crying too
for my lost love.
She was a woman -
beautiful like you.
But now she's gone too...
You are not alone -
Here take my hand.
I'll take you home -
You are not alone."
You are not alone...
What you feel now,
I too have known--
You are not alone...
When love is lost,
so much remains...
The steady roll of waves
along the coast...
The sweetness of the rain...
Racing down the hills unafraid...
Beautiful girl, in this cafe...
Now I am crying too
for my lost love.
She was a woman -
beautiful like you.
But now she's gone too...
You are not alone -
Here take my hand.
I'll take you home -
You are not alone."
I marvel at gifts received in recent messages sent - and the opportunity to connect once again, just as deeply, to a soul I have not spent time with in over thirty years...
Every day I am reminded - in so many instances and opportunities - that we are really all one - and the parameters and boundaries of the world are constantly shrinking...Even the veil which separates different planes and dimensions seems to be vanishing or disappearing...
My heart is warmed by a few brief postings of such grace and beauty - that seem the perfect messages for me - at precisely this time...
"Your grief for what you've lost
raises a mirror up
to where you're bravely working.
- Rumi
Fear contracts. Trust opens.
Fear pretends to be caution.
Trust is often seen as foolishness.
Be a fool and dissolve old fear.
O Fountain of Love!
Make me feel that my heart
is flooded by Thine omnipresent love.
-Yogananda
The way you make love
is the way God will be with you."
- Rumi
raises a mirror up
to where you're bravely working.
- Rumi
Fear contracts. Trust opens.
Fear pretends to be caution.
Trust is often seen as foolishness.
Be a fool and dissolve old fear.
O Fountain of Love!
Make me feel that my heart
is flooded by Thine omnipresent love.
-Yogananda
The way you make love
is the way God will be with you."
- Rumi
Comments
You find the best Rumi quotes, and Keillor's song is special. My favorite: "When love is lost, so much remains...The steady roll of waves along the coast..."
Blessings, love, and grace,
Olga