this season

“an ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching.” // gandhi

There is no limit
to what I would do for you;
to what I would give.

trying to be here now. right now. here. 

Here I am. 

I keep telling myself to live in the here. The right now. And I pull on my warm knit socks and my big warm scarf and I take a sip of my coffee and I dry my hair so I don’t catch a cold and I’m here. Right now I’m here. Then the day goes on and I catch my mind wandering to the later. It’s a fight every moment of my day. Right now. Life. It’s here. 

I read Hafiz and the poems he wrote. He writes so effortlessly. And full of passion.

When

the words stop

and you can endure the silence

That reveals your heart’s

Pain

Of emptiness

Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,

That is the time to try and listen

to what the Beloved’s

Eyes

Most want

to

say.

I always talk about living in the silence. That solitary moment when you don’t want anyone else around you and you just need to figure out who you are now. The time when you wake up one morning and jump in the shower and start to think all over again.

Think about things.

But you know what’s in store for you but you still have to think.

It’s ok.

It’s ok to need time for you.

I’m taking it right now.

I love feeling the gentle grace blow through my hair and send chills up my spine and then back down. I love feeling the humble thoughts flow freely through the mind. The mind that is stretched and twisted everyday in order to bring about the loudest praise.

How do we not praise? It’s one of those things that doesn’t require question. But, we do. We question daily because we are infallible. And we’re human. And we all know that.

So why not strive for something a little bit more?

Life is waiting in the fullest. Life is waiting in the purest. Waiting….waiting….wait…ing.

if you open your heart to the hungry,
and provide abundantly
for those who are afflicted,
your light will shine in the darkness,
and your gloom will be like the noon.
{Isaiah 58:10}

We’ve been living our lives in the confines of cold fear.

We’ve been searching for nothing less than a heartache.

We’ve been stale.

We’ve been hurt.

We’ve been selfish.

We’ve been tired.

We’ve been fed up.

We’ve been in debt.

We’ve been annoyed.

We’ve been perturbed.

You’ve decided to quit.

You’ve decided enough is enough.

You’ve left.

You’ve felt the hurt.

You’ve seen the selfishness.

You’ve given up.

You’ve said no.

You’ve been in the heartache.

You’ve seen the silence. 

How does one explain the hurt?

The fear?

The silence?

The leaving?

The enough is enough?

The simple no?

The annoyance?

The stale?

We need to stop, get a grip, and realize it’s not about us. Not about you and definitely not about me.