A Poem, Pathways, for you

Good Morning Birth Peeps,

This morning I began a new painting I am dreaming.
And, I rearranged my office; something I've attempted for months but had no inspiration, only frustration.
I was telling a friend I needed to be "more organized," a frequent lament of mine.
He suggested I strive for a space, an office, that would be "contemplative."
Contemplative, a restful place to work. I sighed with relief.
Instantly the judgment against myself fell, and I was motivated.
I should send you all a before and after picture of the transformation in progress.

Instead, I'll send you a poem about our Call... I found while I was re-organizing.
It is called PATHWAYS by Mark Nepo. It was published in the current Parabola.

"I don't know why I was I born
with this belief in something
deeper and larger than we can
see. But it's always called. Even as
 a boy, I knew that trees and light
and sky all point to some timeless
center out of view. I have spent my life
listening to that center and filter
-ing it through my heart. This listening
and filtering is the music of my soul,
of all souls. After sixty years, I've run
out of ways to name this. Even now,
my heart won't stand still In a mo-
ment of seeing, it takes the shape of
my eye. In a moment of speaking, the
shape of my tongue. In a moment of
silence, it slips back into the lake of
center. When you kiss me, it takes
the shape of your lip. When our dog
sleeps with us, it takes the shape of
her curl. When the hummingbird
feeds her baby, it takes the shape
of her beak carefully dropping
food into our throats.

Ahhh, how wonderful when delicious words and poems feed us!

In-Love,
Pam