Morning Songs

It is a foggy, misty, last of the Fall days morning here in Okieland.

Yesterday was the 147th anniversary of the birth of poet Rainer Maria Rilke, in Prague (1875)

Human beings are put on earth in order to experience the beauty of ordinary things. – Rilke

“The songbirds are singing / like they know the score” – Christine McVie died this past week.

Every real discovery made, every serious and significant decision ever reached, was reached and made by divination. The soul stirs, and makes an act of pure attention, and that is a discovery. – D. H. Lawrence

Attention without feeling, is only a report. – Mary Oliver

Faith has no preconceptions; it is a plunge into the unknown. Belief clings, but faith lets go. In this sense of the word, faith is the essential virtue of science, and likewise of any religion that is not self-deception. – Alan Watts (posted as the conclusion of Richard Rhor's Mediation this morning . . . And in Tew's mailbox today)