Thursday, August 14, 2008

Provincetown 47

Prayer

Another letter from Allen today. He knows me. His letter encouraged me to step out of my dream world for a while and take in the world through my senses. So I went for a very long walk, all the way out to the rock jetty. It was the first time I'd walked that far. I came back and did this collage to honor the letter. He reminded me of how wonderful this place is and how much I will miss it. But he stressed:

"You are there now! Dig your hands into the sand. Feel that water. Reach out and touch buildings, stone walls, even the ground you walk on. Close your eyes. What do you feel?"

He reminded me: "Your heart will long for these things."

I wrote these words on the collage, as well as some Buddhist sayings: "My true religion is kindness," and "Test all things for yourself." I also included the idea that the span of a human life is "one breath." I love this idea: to be mindful with each breath that you are alive. To live an entire lifetime within the span of that breath. And then to do it again. And again. And again.

The moon is out here in Provincetown tonight. It is the same moon that is above you right now. We are looking at the same moon.

Good-night.

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