The Stream of Life

The bridges across the flowing stream of eternal life may sometimes be more inferred than apparent–a movement more of soul and heart than of body and mind. Is a piano or violin more real than the melody it produces simply because the instrument may be touched, taken apart and examined while the melody which defines its existence lingers only in the mind once the instrument is silenced? Is a life experience more real only because science may examine it or does a finer essence produce its melodies and define its existence?

This flowing stream which is life in continual expression throughout the universes is both the instrument and the melody, the cause and the effect, the song and the singer. One may not be divorced from the other because it cannot exist without the other. There is a word which is also a sound; it is Om, which simply means, and simply says, I Am–and with that word, that sound, it is said that all there is was created...in the beginning.

~Linda

From our book, Whispers From the Soul: The Divine Dance of Consciousness

Photo by Linda Pendleton

Live Large!

“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?”

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

Note:

The term "Live Large!" is attributed to my late husband, Don Pendleton and his fictional character, Mack Bolan. Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang, Volume II H-O.

~Linda

Self-Discovery

Today I was introduced to the excellent inspirational poem, The Journey by Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award-winning author, Mary Oliver who has published over 25 volumes of poetry and prose. She was born in 1935 in Ohio and studied at Ohio State University and Vassar College. For several years she lived at the home of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Her book, American Primitive, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984. She traveled widely, giving readings and workshops at various colleges and universities and teaching, and for five years held the Catharine Osgood Foster Chair for Distinguished Teaching at Bennington College, VT. She currently lives in Provincetown, Massachusetts.

Her poem for me is about the struggles we face along our journey of self-discovery. It speaks of letting go of things that have constrained us, and moving forward, and this may mean changing such things as relationships or careers. It may mean feeling for the first time and allowing what we have known about ourselves all along to blossom and grow. And in doing so, we reach a much deserved sense of freedom.

It can also be about those who have freed themselves from abuse, but whatever the situation one may have in life, it would be like stepping out of the box, which often may have been confining, suffocating, restrictive, and then delighting in the new found freedom and joy.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver
Dream Work
© Copyright 1986 by Mary Oliver

I like her phrase, '“Mend my life," each voice cried.' It reminds me of how often, especially as women, we have been in the position of taking care of everyone else’s life, often at the expense of our own. We might come in last, if we even come in at all. Maybe no inner voice calls out for us, “mend my life.” It is up to the individual to discover his or her voice and in that new found voice say, I have mended my life. I am who I am!

Isn’t the time for self-discovery now? What are you waiting for?

~Linda