OST has been goto for me over the last twenty years. Because of the way it energizes. Because of the way it brings connection. Because of the way it brings simplicity to learning and action.
I was recently gifted a few Richard Rohr books (thank you Meg). This one above, The Wisdom Pattern, is one that I read on the weekend.
Delightful!
Has me thinking about a few upcoming groups I’m working with.
Richard Rohr suggests many things in this book that I found moving. Most fundamentally, he invites coming to further relationship with this natural phenomenon of inherent change.
Order is a state. Disorder is natural. Not a failure as one might so readily accept from industrial aged belief systems of the past 125 years. And then reorder too is natural. All organizes. As Meg often teachers, all organizes around a self and identity (self-organization).
Well, oodles more worth exploring.
This one passage is one that stood out to me.
In order to reconstruct, we need to be open to something more than cerebral, rational knowing. We need to move toward a more spacious, contemplative knowing. We need to move beyond the dualistic, seesawing mind that makes quick judgements, beyond the self and its own self-interest, beyond the win / lose and either / or worldviews.
Peonies were important in my growing up years. That was the 60s and 70s. In Edmonton, Alberta. They were important flowers to my Mom, Myrna. And to my Grandma, Fern. In rather scarce times, flowers like this were our abundance. It’s what we had. It’s what we celebrated.
This particular peony above is a gift last year from my friend Meg. I celebrate it too. Now with its many buds about to burst to hand-wide pinks and whites. And planted at our home where Dana and I flower our 60-something love.
There is a blooming instinct in most of us, isn’t there. Whether in the growing that happens as young people, or in the growing that happens in last thirds. It’s a desire to flower. To be appreciated. To offer beauty. It’s a desire to contribute to systems and circumstances with joy. To contribute in a way that affirms life. And celebrates bloom.
Yah. Excited about these peonies. And all this life growing.