Monday Wisdom

“Northwoods,” screenprint by Mike Schwindenhammer

Is not the sky a father and the earth a mother, and are not all living things with feet or wings or roots their children?

—Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks

Monday Wisdom

Birth, life, and death—each took place on the underside of a leaf.
—Toni Morrison

Monday Wisdom

By cultivating attitudes of friendliness toward the happy, compassion for the unhappy, delight in the virtuous, and disregard for the wicked, the mind retains its undisturbed calmness.
The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali

A sutra is an aphorism. The word itself means thread.  Of this particular sutra, the revered teacher Swami Satchidananda said, “It will be very helpful to you in keeping a peaceful mind in your daily life.”

Monday Wisdom

Femme Banale returns to an old favorite.

The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry

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 heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Monday Wisdom

Goddess Tara with hand raised in gesture of assurance. Collection of the Art Institute of Chicago.

Be assured.

Monday Wisdom

Femme Banale has returned from a vacation in northern Michigan and would like to share souvenirs from her trip.

The first is the t-shirt wisdom: “Shut Up and Fish.”

Well, OK.  I get the gist of this, but prefer the softer words of local celebrity Gwen Frostic, a naturalist and artist:

“In moments of solitude, hear all of nature singing…”

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I should like to enjoy this summer flower by flower…

—André Gide

Monday Wisdom

“May there always be simcha.”

Back story: Over lunch with friend Irene, Femme Banale groused about all the weddings and big birthday celebrations on her banal calendar.  A bit of silence … Irene processed a gracious response. “May there always be simcha.”

Simcha: (Hebrew) gladness or joy