Calm Centered in Spirit, I am calm and relaxed. A windstorm near a peaceful lake can roil the water, turning it cloudy as the sediment below is stirred up. After the storm, the surface settles and the water clears. Worry can be like a storm that roils my mind, and anxiety can keep me rooted…
Category: worries
Nature Poems: “The Peace of wild things” by Wendell Berry
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great…
POEMS: “Sometimes” (coping with worries, from an older post)
“Sometimes” Sometimes when things turn upside down And inside out and look dark brown, I rush outdoors and gaze into The topless sky’s eternal blue, So calm and cool, so still and deep, With soft contented clouds like sheep. I shade my eyes and stare and stare, Then go back in the house, and there,…
Poem by Rumi: “Be empty of worrying”
“Be empty of worrying” Be empty of worrying Think of who created thought Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open Move outside the tangle of fear thinking Live in silence Flow down and down Into always widening Rings of being. Rumi
Spirituality from Daily Word: “Safe Harbor” (De la Palabra Diaria: “Puerto Seguro”)
Safe Harbor I am divinely protected. Like a harbor shelters vessels from a storm, so, too, divine love offers me infinite protection. I seek refuge when I feel scared, hurt, or lonely. Any anxiety I feel dissipates in the warmth and peace of divine love. I connect with the protective energy of Spirit and…
POEMS: “I worried”…
“I worried”… I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing,…
WISDOM QUOTES FROM MARK TWAIN
Worrying is paying interest on a debt you might not even owe.
POEMS: “April’s Charms” by William Henry Davies
When April scatters charms of primrose gold , Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;
