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Start Close In
May 8, 2009
Untitled ~ Canon 30d
Untitled ~ Canon 30d
Untitled ~ Canon 30d
Untitled ~ Canon 30d
More on mindful decisions....
Start close in,
don't take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step you don't want to take.
Start with
the ground
you know,
the pale ground
beneath your feet,
your own
way of starting
the conversation.
Start with your own
question,
give up on other
people's questions,
don't let them
smother something
simple.
To find
another's voice
follow
your own voice,
wait until
that voice
becomes a
private ear
listening
to another.
Start right now
take a small step
you can call your own
don't follow
someone else's
heroics, be humble
and focused,
start close in,
don't mistake
that other
for your own.
Start close in,
don't take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step you don't want to take.
~ David Whyte
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The morning I shot these images, I was staying at Circle S Ranch, in Kansas for a retreat with Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche, (who totally rocks, btw.) The empty swing in the morning light was too tempting to ignore, so I padded down the hill behind the inn to meditate and have a swing before breakfast. It was one of those remarkable experiences when you recognize everything is stark raving perfect just the way it is. I felt so blessed and so at ease while savoring the view, the feel of my legs kicking back and forth beneath me, my fists wrapped confidently around the ropes of the swing as the sun pierced through the trees in front of me. The moment I sat on the swing I knew I was missing out on a fantastic photo op, but I also knew these were moments to be savored. This time without the camera was meant to be.
"The camera can just wait," I thought, "I have an appointment with LIFE morning, and I'm not about to miss it!"
Seriously, folks, it was just that PERFECT, sitting on the swing, feeling the cool air on my skin, the dew on the grass penetrating through my shoes and through my socks, sending a chill through my feet - the sunlight dancing off of every single blade of grass in front of me and if to say, "Come play with me!" Without a care in the world, I forgot who I was and everything that had mattered before I sat down in the magic swing that morning.
Finally, I meandered back to my room, retrieved the camera, and scurried back out to take these pictures.
Life is perfect just the way it is. If you don't recognize it, then maybe a retreat with Mingyur Rinpoche is in order!
Posted by susan at May 8, 2009 9:25 AM
