Let all people live their lives
As if life were a song
For singing out of light
Provides the music for the stars
To go dancing circles in the night
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I really tried living life like a song this winter break, with some notes of spontaneity and the joyful melody of friends and family. I went hiking on the coast, leapt off dunes, baked cookies, climbed redwoods, ate good food, flew down a zipline, made posicles, played frisbee, wrote in my journals, read poetry, moved boxes, took care of the chickens, and generally had a good time.
I just spent the morning working in the garden because “work is love made visible,” and I love life. And it just happens to be a gorgeous day (71 F here in sunny California).
In Zen Buddhism, one can practice anything as a meditation. Whether washing dishes, chopping wood, or turning compost, you can focus and clear your mind.
Work is an opportunity for me to show love and appreciation for people or places. I find that although sometimes these simple tasks are challenging for my body, they provide a peaceful time for my mind and allow me to become centered.
Tomorrow classes start again and although (I must admit) I am not so excited for the hours of homework and screen time, I think it may be actual change and transition I’m not looking forward to, not the classes. I won’t have much time for turning my compost pile or taking care of my chickens so I’m going to try to carry the intention of work is love made visible to my academic work. When I become frustrated about being stuck inside I will focus on my love of learning and life and remember that although it’s not the first kind of work that comes to mind, doing homework can be a form of showing “work is love made visible.”
I got The Poetry of Robert Frost, which I’ve decided I will read cover to cover, and then re-read, and I’m going to memorize all my favorites. Along with Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, this is one of them. I love that it makes such a simple task as fetching water so magical. I really like the line “We ran as if to meet the moon.” What do you think?
Going for Water
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.