<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:36:25.129-04:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Matters of The Heart'/><category term='Welcome Message'/><title type='text'>The Grove</title><subtitle type='html'>A place of belonging</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-8635929626576984639</id><published>2009-09-20T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:26:50.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The season is stirring and the cool weather brings forward preparations for the inner journey.  The pace of the Summer season is winding down and I'm looking forward to sharing thoughts on what has been unfolding for us in these months.  We have so much exciting news coming forward, yet it is early.  For now, it seems right to rest when possible, observe how the energies are changing and embrace the shift into an introspective time.  There is nothing like seasonal shift to keep us in touch with the cycles of our own lives........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-8635929626576984639?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/8635929626576984639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=8635929626576984639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/8635929626576984639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/8635929626576984639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2009/09/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-2924355575821951182</id><published>2009-01-01T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:52:57.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to the Omens of the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In out-of-the-way places of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where your thoughts never think to wander,&lt;br /&gt;This beginning has been quietly forming,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting until you were ready to emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time it has watched your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,&lt;br /&gt;Noticing how you willed yourself on,&lt;br /&gt;Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It watched you play with the seduction of safety&lt;br /&gt;And the gray promises that sameness whispered,&lt;br /&gt;Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,&lt;br /&gt;Wondered would you always live like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the delight, when your courage kindled,&lt;br /&gt;And out you stepped onto new ground,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes young again with energy and dream,&lt;br /&gt;A path of plenitude opening before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your destination is not yet clear&lt;br /&gt;You can trust the promise of this opening;&lt;br /&gt;Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning&lt;br /&gt;That is at one with your life's desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken your spirit to adventure;&lt;br /&gt;Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;For your soul senses the world that awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John O'Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January can be a time to "unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning."  Many of us are either shaking off or honoring the year that ended and are now looking ahead with hope asking the question "how will we live differently this new year ahead?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago, I read a piece out of Caitlin Matthews "Celtic Spirit" meditations about reading the omens for a fresh beginning based on the widely held belief that the first twelve days of the year reveal the disposition of the weather for the year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can also use a long walk today to divine the possibilities of our own year ahead.  It is yet another way to stay connected to the elements, your journal and the Universe.  It's a very simple exercise and a great centering focus each month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a quiet place to set your intentions for the year ahead, sense the pathway ahead, open your door and set off on your walk onto the land.  Check in with each of your senses filling your body with a conscious meditation of all that is around you.  If you come across something that jumps into your consciousness, stop and be attentive to what caught your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend to the greeting reaching out to feel for the meaning.  It may simply be a subtle understanding, a presence, sound or feeling.  Appreciate it, note it and then pass on.  Repeat this throughout your walk until you have had twelve such experiences.  It seems like alot, but the Universe will surprise you.  Each time, stop, attend and intuit (without spending too much time finding a rationalization) why you have been engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, review the omens in the order of your experience relating them successively to the months of the year.  Write as much as you like about each omen.  And, on News Years Eve and each month that unfolds check back in on your findings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find home in the rhythm that greets you in the new year.  I pray our paths will cross in loving kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Forrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-2924355575821951182?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/2924355575821951182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=2924355575821951182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/2924355575821951182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/2924355575821951182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2009/01/listening-to-omens-of-new-year.html' title='Listening to the Omens of the New Year'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-5994438696828936566</id><published>2008-11-27T11:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:43:16.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of The Heart'/><title type='text'>Home for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“This is the bright home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in which I live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is where I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to love all the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has taken me so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to learn to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of my adult aloneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to that aloneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as I belong to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like the house of belonging.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken from The "House of Belonging" by David Whyte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Seasons.  Growing up in Central Texas, I became accustomed to hot and not so hot - a blending of “seasons” with little differentiation.  Whether it was Thanksgiving or the Fourth of July, the flora looked roughly the same.  At least one knew how to dress in the morning.  I remember my first afternoon in Maryland six years ago when, after an interview for my current job, I went for a late October run in Rock Creek park.  With childhood astonishment, I whooshed through the fiery orange and yellow crisp colored leaves wafting down in the crisp breeze trusting the ground beneath would meet my feet.  I immediately phoned home with an ecstatic report about my first true Autumn experience.  To this day, I find the extra time to walk into the Autumn woods as there is something special about my relationship to that time of the year.  Yet, I find the time to honor each changing season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of my life, I had been conditioned to follow the cycles of the sun, but I could sense my emotional body going through subtle seasonal shifts.  In recent years I’ve been able to tune into these cycles with greater awareness and acceptance of the emotional changes within.  I think I still had these rhythms in Texas, but they were more difficult to identify outside of labels like depression or agitation.  I don’t struggle as much with the transitions and am learning more about the in between.  And, when I’m feeling less rooted during those moments, It only takes a few minutes on my favorite trail near the Patapsco to bring me back into that natural rhythm of my body and breath.  It’s simply beautiful to feel so connected, alive and part of something much larger that is also part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of my recent walks, I was struggling with an unnamed tension inside and needed some time on the land.  I was noticing the leaves had mostly fallen with the exception of the few last few holding on for one last view from above.  It was the beginning of the end of my favorite season.  I took in my surroundings and noticed, at what first appeared to be birds, but were actually bird’s nests.  As the crisp air swept my cheek, I wondered how my avian friends were faring with their newly exposed surroundings.  I wondered if they were reflecting on how just months ago they were surrounded by lush vegetation, the sweet song of crickets and peepers and the warm summer breeze whispering through the leaves at night.  How serene and secure their home must have felt compared to this moment in stark contrast.  I wondered if they had come to rely on their surrounding to protect their home and where they were now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pressed on towards my home, I wondered if this tension inside of me was the season reminding me that I too might now rely less on my surroundings and possibly others to bring me the sense of security and home that I now need to find inside.  I thought about how so many times we seek external comforts when our external world changes leaving us feeling ungrounded or unprotected.  While everything outside of these woods was speeding up worrying about external trivial matters, rushing to shopping mall sales and holiday parties, everything inside is reminding us to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the twelfth month on the medicine wheel referred to as The Long Snows Moon.  In the final month of Autumn as we approach the Winter Solstice, the season reminds us that it is a good time to go inside for grounding, reflection, finding our own light, our own lushness, sweet song and warm breeze inside.  It is there that we will remember our place of belonging and home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for the Autumn leaves and the changing seasons,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my connection to the Earth and the Mystery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my good health so that I may physically connect with the Land.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for the lessons of nature and the medicine wheel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-5994438696828936566?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5994438696828936566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=5994438696828936566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5994438696828936566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5994438696828936566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Home for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-2577337535352686566</id><published>2008-11-23T12:05:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:13:13.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Reflections of The Well</title><content type='html'>On November 22nd, many of us in the Ellicott City community gathered together to bid farewell to The Well, a place where we found and developed friendship with one another.  It was a bittersweet occasion marking new beginnings for Amy and Lance and the ending of a space that many contributed to and received so much from over the last two years. Amy's song and Lance's "hey buddy" and hugs will be sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I first heard that The Well was shutting its doors, my footsteps and heart have been a little heavier reflecting on the importance of the space in my life.   As some around the fire were reflecting on what The Well had meant to them, the flames transported me to the place that can only best be described as "home."   And, I suppose that is what The Well has always been for me, a second Home where family gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child of the sixties and a generation that embraced radical change and idealism with a strong sense of independence and an "anything goes" hedonism.   I followed the mainstream cultural dogma embracing the labels of success fitting snugly into a paper house culture best described by Gordon Gecko, who in the 1987 film "Wall Street" told us "what's worth doing is worth doing for money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three years ago, a great wave of change washed away all that I once knew.  I had alienated the love of my life and two beautiful children, had lost my faith in the Church, lost our life savings, watched our home burn down and, for the first time, came face to face with the darkest measure of emptiness.  It was the beginning of learning to live authentically and openly as I began journeying into the West.  I had never felt so alone and completely lost without community or any sense of Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe provided me a number of teachers in nature based and shamanic studies, an acupuncturist, naturopath, massage therapist and other guides with a handful of authors such as David Whyte, Mary Oliver, Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, Rilke, Rumi and Hafiz that helped me discover a new language, a hopeful vision and a deep soulful connection with the Beloved, the Land and the Universe that all along was silently awaiting my return.   It was my first sense of true community and, through it, I learned I was not alone nor will I ever be lonely again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through much grace, forgiveness, understanding and self acceptance, our family grew together again in a beautiful way.  Our home was literally and figuratively rebuilt.  And, my amazing wife introduced me to Yoga in her classes at The Well where I observed an acceptance of teachers and students without pretension or a focus on the bottom line.    That was a little over a year ago.   Since then, I have come to understand an ever growing importance of community, acceptance and love - a belonging while living a life worth far more than money.  It's what has kept us here investing in our community, local businesses and developing relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture seems to struggle to imagine a life beyond consumerism and soul-suppressing jobs.  And our ability to become fully human does not seem supported by the "normal" day to day.  But, there is a shift underway.  Joanna Macy describes it as the Great Turning and that it is happening in three areas that are equally necessary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"holding actions" to slow the damage to Earth and its beings;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;analysis of structural causes and the creation of alternative institutions; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fundamental shift in world view and values.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We will need to go beyond contemporary culture to find the change we seek.  And, we might just be witnessing a significant cultural shift and collective awareness that will define the beginning of the end of the industrial era.  Thus, the community will become ever important for a sustainable future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with the individual.  Each of us has a place in this life that truly matters and there is a yearning to become more fully human finding ease, inspiration, belonging and wisdom within.   And then, it can shift to the Community.  There is an interdependence of all beings and  our relationship to life is cultivated through a greater connection to one another, our earth and all beings that are supported by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community is the keystone of our future and can be a sustainable, cooperative, enriching resource welcoming all individuals.  I believe that the community provides individuals and families with a sense of place and belonging, fellowship and support, purpose and meaning.   I believe the community is not for excluding, but for including.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is our time to move beyond us and them, democrat and republican, christian and pagan, black and white, vegetarian or omnivore.  For every line drawn to exclude, we can draw another line around and include.  We are all one and are either building up or breaking down.  Regardless of where you are right now, I invite you to build up.  Did you recognize in this last election that both coasts of our country were blue split into two by a path of red in the middle+  It's time to come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further reflection of The Well closing, I realize we are losing a space where we connect.  But, the spirit created in that place lives in each of us and our lives have been undoubtedly touched in a meaningful way.  While the Universe has other plans for that space, we remain open and encouraged by the Mystery that lies around the corner.  Who knows what doors will open as the doors to The Well close.  There will be a place in the right space and in the right time and, for now, we can foster the seeds that were planted in the last couple years.  There are already many in the community opening their doors to one another.  We are personally committed to manifesting even more of that.  I'm reminded that the love that I felt from my experience in community mirrored the amount of love I gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in wishing Amy and Lance well upon their journey and thanking them for fostering such a beautiful space for us.  The best way I know how to honor them is in keeping the Spirit and the connection alive.  Until we talk again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.   Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as I live it is my privilege - my *privilege* to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I love. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me; it is a sort of splendid torch which I've got a hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart From Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-2577337535352686566?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/2577337535352686566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=2577337535352686566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/2577337535352686566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/2577337535352686566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections-of-well.html' title='Reflections of The Well'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-4384765263732484580</id><published>2008-07-08T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:56:02.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know fi you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-4384765263732484580?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/4384765263732484580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=4384765263732484580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/4384765263732484580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/4384765263732484580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/07/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-5006810438779498810</id><published>2008-07-02T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:22:52.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>God speaks to each of us</title><content type='html'>God speaks to each of us as he makes us,&lt;br /&gt;then walks with us silently out of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words we dimly hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, sent out beyond your recall,&lt;br /&gt;go to the limits of your longing.&lt;br /&gt;Embody me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flare up like flame&lt;br /&gt;and make big shadows I can move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything happen to you:  beauty and terror.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep going.  No feeling is final.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself lose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby is the country they call life.&lt;br /&gt;You will know it by its seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-5006810438779498810?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5006810438779498810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=5006810438779498810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5006810438779498810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5006810438779498810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-speaks-to-each-of-us.html' title='God speaks to each of us'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-8683221609805136153</id><published>2008-07-02T21:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:42:10.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matters of The Heart'/><title type='text'>Looking with your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KvhAFOxnFHY/SGw0DVMZoHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nPXB5R7wag8/s1600-h/The_Little_Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218603300048969842" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 113px; cursor: pointer; height: 117px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KvhAFOxnFHY/SGw0DVMZoHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nPXB5R7wag8/s320/The_Little_Prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, eyes closed. It was as sweet as a feast. That water was more than merely a drink. It was born of our walk beneath the stars, of the song of the pulley, of the effort of my arms. It did the heart good, like a present. When I was a little boy, the Christmas tree lights, the music of midnight mass, the tenderness of people's smiles made up, in the same way, the whole radiance of the Christmas present I received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they're looking for..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They don't find it," I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day, I found a copy of Antoine De Saint-Exupery's book, The Little Prince, a childhood classic which I purchased and read it through with that same soothing feeling I remember some thirty years ago when I first came into contact with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How often do we question what we see beyond the fear that we may not really know at all what we once affirmed as reality? When we begin to believe in the dream, we begin to question the foundation our home was built upon. Most stop there. But, those who allow the fires to consume all that was built trust that one day they will build anew. So, question away until you begin seeing things with your heart and my prayer will be that the ashes soon be cleared from all of our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We've always had what we've been looking for all along.  To find it, we may do well to simply forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-8683221609805136153?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/8683221609805136153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=8683221609805136153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/8683221609805136153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/8683221609805136153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-with-your-heart.html' title='Looking with your heart'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KvhAFOxnFHY/SGw0DVMZoHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nPXB5R7wag8/s72-c/The_Little_Prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564102549285031486.post-5318562671095760276</id><published>2008-06-28T23:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:34:24.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome Message'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The world is in undeniable chaos.  Our mother earth, eco systems, countries and communities are being consumed rather than created.  Change begins within, yet the community will be the preserved family of the future.  There are encouraging signs that the eyes of the individual are beginning to open.  One could also point to My Space, Facebook, and Twitter that the individual is seeking community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to grow cynical and apathetic in the mundane.  Yet, something inside us stirs as a reminder that we are not here to flee from this place, but to learn to live in it as if we belonged.  That is the path to true change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old ways are taking root again and the seed was planted in each of us long ago awaiting for our own arrival.  This site is dedicated to those nurturing that seed and opening to their own personal belonging on this earth and wanting to share that with a larger community in hopes of a "shift" in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are new to this blogging experience.  If you have dropped by, Welcome to The Grove!   And, please feel invited to leave a word or two at the door.    This page is under development at the moment.   As it evolves, I hope you will find something here that might be an encouragement as you nourish your own seed and foster your own community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings on your journey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of The Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564102549285031486-5318562671095760276?l=tothegrove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/feeds/5318562671095760276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564102549285031486&amp;postID=5318562671095760276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5318562671095760276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564102549285031486/posts/default/5318562671095760276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tothegrove.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Friends of The Grove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436446413055721499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
