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Algonquin october

If you’d like to check in on my thoughts during the final days of my most recent trip to Algonquin, feel free to click the links below.

Day 4

Day 5

Days 6 & 7

Algonquin October, day 3

Click over to my algonquin blog again for this one.

Rereading this entry again today, I receive these words of blessing from John O’Donohue

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken in the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.

Yes. This.

Algonquin October , day 2

Pop over to my Algonquin dedicated blog to read this one.

…”We lunched on a log that lay across the water at the end of that trail, the view of intimate Sittingman Lake an appetizer for our eyes. Sitting there, we noted how the night’s rains and winds had already changed the palette of the landscape before us. The reds and oranges of the maples had been stripped away, leaving bare patches on the hillsides. I was grateful to have had the previous day to appreciate their brilliance, although the gold that remains offers a subtler beauty. Transitions here are so very evident, the shift to winter unfolding before our eyes as the unfolding of spring from barren to blossom had also occurred for us during our time here in May.
I wonder if my own transition during this time of my life has been so evident. Has it been subtle or sudden? A bit of both, I suppose. So much takes place beneath the surface and then suddenly it appears as if you have changed overnight. Or an outside circumstance forces a shift, perhaps more quickly than you might have intended, and you are suddenly changed. Suddenly barren… or subtler…. or even more peaceful…”

Algonquin October

All I really need to know, I learned on a canoe trip

beauty is always in the eye of the beholder

expectations keep you from loving what is

comparison blinds you from seeing

laughter makes anything easier

keeping your center of gravity low makes it easier to weather storms

kneeling takes the burden off your back

devastation and hope are like lovers, they kiss and new life is born

fire is necessary for wholeness

negativity colors everything black

contentment is a choice

it is possible to stay grounded while moving

paying attention fosters understanding

transitions are often the most precarious moments, balance is key

piling up stones to mark the way can ease the way for those who follow

sometimes your body speaks a truth that your thoughts won’t allow

without fire, something precious in life will die off

focusing on the destination makes you take your eyes off the wonders of the journey

its impossible to capture what it is that you see so that others will understand it

sweetness appears along the way in the most unexpected of places

storms release fragrance

exhultation often follows exertion

sometimes you have to dig deep to make forward progress

approaching with reverence changes your heart

wrong turns can lead to enchanted passages

a small depression can provide shelter when stormclouds descend

one’s vantage point can offer fresh perspectives of grace

a song in one’s heart escapes from the lips without effort


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