Just a Quiet Little Blog

Just a Quiet Little Blog

Sunrise, Richmond Pond

Ah, dear readers, hello.  I hope you are all finding your way through these summer days with some relaxation, with some ease.  I seem to have few words for us this week. These days for me were tinged with an all-day rainstorm that rivaled the apocalypse, followed by some stunning shiny weather, a computer that is choosing to shut off randomly, according to its own volition (what is life’s message?) and a quiet little angst, free-floating and unrelated to reality, alive and gnawing in my belly.  

As I fished internally for blog topics, no combination of words sounded quite right, no topic quite insightful enough.  After a few aborted attempts, it dawned on me:

I can offer us just a quiet little blog.

Just a hello.

Just a sending of blessings.

From my heart to your heart.

Whoever you are.

However you found your way

To this page.

Welcome right here.

Welcome right now.

Amid all that unfolds,

In the center of the whatever storm,

Let’s rest in the stillness together

The stillness of this perfect moment.

Perfect, this moment,

No matter what she brings us.

And to celebrate this moment, let’s look to the children, the children of our glorious planet, in their many colors and shapes and sizes.  Let’s look to their hearts, to their voices, to remember that which is truly important. Here are the glorious children from P.S. 22 in Staten Island who have a song for our hearts. Thanks, Leonard Cohen for your Hallelujah.  If you have heard it before, please hear it again; to all of us, may we receive these three musical minutes as a gift.

Let’s dedicate this song to the children everywhere.

May all children find the safety and the homecoming

That is their birthright.

Ahhhh, dear friends, what a balm for the heart.  Those faces, those voices, those words.

If you choose to look more deeply into your opening heart, here are some springboards of possibility, questions for contemplation, for journaling, for personal noodling:

• What would you say, as the adult that you are, to the child inside of you?
• Where do you find safety and homecoming?
• Who is a spectacular child you choose to remember?

I am always beyond-delighted to hear from you, just a hello, just a whisper of connection.  You can find me always at aruni@rnetworx.com.
Thanks for reminding me that I am not alone.

To the children—
Everywhere—
Please receive our love and our prayers

All blessings,
Aruni