Gartenfische's Main Loves

  • God

  • Yoga

  • Meditation

  • Books

  • Photography

  • Gardening

  • Music

  • Silence

  • and of course . . . her family.

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They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field.

- John of the Cross

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The Desert

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

The desert has always been holy for me, even before I knew what holy was. Or, I should say, when I knew in my bones what holy was but was ignorant of the larger truths of God. My dad took us desert camping when we were kids and that feeling of dry wind and the calm it carries […]

Nothing Like The Desert

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

to clean out the mind. We had a wonderful trip, only it was so short. To be super cleaned out would take another few days, I think. I’m not complaining. Oh no—the beauty was incredible. What a gift.

Here I am, writing in my little book at a beautiful site called Devil’s Garden. Click here to see […]

Still Here

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

You may have noticed I’ve been taking a temporary (probably) sabbatical from blogging. There are several reasons for this: I was in the midst of a poetry workshop and spending much of my free time reading and writing poetry; plus, nothing was itching to crawl out of me and into cyberspace; and, […]

The Reason

Sunday, April 13th, 2008

Hi, my name is gartenfische, and I am here today to reaffirm my Reason for blogging.
Yes, there has been one from the beginning, and there still is. I will attempt to not get lost in side issues, like the pitfalls of blogging (which, incidentally, dovetail perfectly with the pitfalls of being me), which you got a […]

An Eckhartian Truth

Friday, April 4th, 2008

A man
born blind can easily
deny the magnificence of a vast landscape.
He can easily deny all the wonders that he cannot touch,
smell, taste, or hear.
but one day the wind will show its kindness
and remove the tiny patches that cover your eyes,
and you will see God more clearly
than you have ever seen
yourself.
-Meister Eckhart

On Not Hiding Our Heads In The Sand

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

To paraphrase Karl Barth slightly, he said we should carry the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other (he was actually talking about preaching, but it’s highly relevant to daily life, no?).
I read once that the Dalai Lama listens to the news on the radio every morning (this, even before the recent uprisings). […]

Blooming

Friday, March 28th, 2008

The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence.
When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.
-Thich Nhat Hanh

This keeps popping into my head since I read it at Jan’s blog. I suppose because the image of people blooming like flowers is beautiful. And clearly true.
When we are not present, what does that mean? When we are more interested in what is […]

The Servant-Girl at Emmaus

Monday, March 24th, 2008

She listens, listens, holding
her breath. Surely that voice
is his—the one
who had looked at her, once, across the crowd,
as no one ever had looked?
Had seen her? Had spoken as if to her?
Surely those hands were his,
taking the platter of bread from hers just now?
Hands he’d laid on the dying and made them well?
Surely that face—?
The man they’d crucified for sedition and blasphemy.
The man whose body disappeared from its tomb.
The man it was rumored now some women had seen this morning, alive?
Those who […]

The God Mind

Friday, March 14th, 2008

 As fog darkens the sky and obscures the sun,
or as a dirty mirror distorts an image,
so the unbridled ego blocks light.
-John of the Cross, in Ascent to Love

I was pondering how I’ve lived over-much in my head rather than in my body and heart, how I’ve been such a thinking person. Then I […]

Acceptance & Being True

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

This afternoon, it seems most every blog post I looked at was about self acceptance.
At The Mercy Blog :
Acceptance is key - accepting that this is who I am, as I am and that I am deeply loved, in this very moment. No method or experience or technique can make me holier; it is only in […]

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