And here we are at the beginning of a new decade.
So I want to wish you a happy,
Healthy,
Wonderful,
Thriving,
And deeply fulfilling new year.
When I look at the new year,
I see possibilities.
I see the unknown and how all opportunities are on the horizon,
Both known and unknown.
And I want to invite you to embrace the infinite possibilities,
The infinite beauty,
And the infinite love that is here now.
So if you would,
Please make yourself comfortable,
Close the eyes,
And take a deep breath.
I have a poem by Mary Oliver that I want to share with you.
It's called,
To Begin With,
The Sweet Grass.
So see as you listen to this poem,
See if you can receive it,
Let it nourish you,
Drink it in,
Let it be medicine for your heart,
For your soul,
For this new year,
For this new decade.
I offer this to you with blessings.
To begin with,
The sweet grass.
Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat of the sweet grass?
Will the owl bite off its own wings?
Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or forget to sing?
Will the rivers run upstream?
Behold,
I say,
Behold,
The reliability and the finery and the teachings of this gritty earth gift.
Eat bread and understand comfort,
Drink water and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds who are drinking the sweetness,
Who are thrillingly gluttonous.
For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in,
And someone's face,
Whom you love,
Will be as a star,
Both intimate and ultimate.
And you will be both heart shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself like a beloved whisper,
Oh,
Let me for a while longer enter the two beautiful bodies of your lungs.
The witchery of living is my whole conversation with you,
My darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It's more than bones.
It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It's more than the beating of the single heart.
It's praising.
It's praising.
It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life.
Just imagine that.
You have this day and maybe another and maybe still another.
Someday I'm going to ask my friend Paulus,
The dancer,
The potter,
To make me a begging bowl,
Which I believe my soul needs.
And if I come to you,
To the door of your comfortable house,
With unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,
Will you put something into it?
I would like to take this chance.
I would like to give you this chance.
We do one thing or another.
We stay the same or we change.
Congratulations if you have changed.
Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some fabulous reason?
And if you have not been enchanted by this adventure,
Your life,
What would do for you?
What I loved in the beginning,
I think,
Was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then,
I have gone out from my confinements,
Though with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out.
I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow.
Everything is nourishment somehow or another.
And I have become the child of the clouds and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy,
Whatever that is.
I have become older and cherishing what I have learned.
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this,
Which is all I know?
Love yourself,
Then forget it,
Then love the world.
And what do I risk to tell you this,
Which is all I know?
Love yourself,
Then forget it,
Then love the world.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you to Mary Oliver for her radiant heart song.
And I send you blessings and love for this new year,
Taking a deep breath in to this incredible moment of 2020.
Feel yourself here.
Wiggle your fingers and toes,
And then gently let the eyes come open,
Receiving your life freshly.
Receiving your life freshly with love.
