Settle.
When the nun told Father Thomas Keating that she had failed with her ten thousand scattered thoughts, he laughed. He cherished this, he told her, “how lovely!” he cried, reminding her that those ten thousand scattered thoughts were ten thousand chances to return to God, to The Sacred, to the waiting Source of eternal Love. Imagine, ten thousand ways to return, to settle, to sink in, to let ourselves become deep like an ocean and planted like a tree, to see our own beloved goodness, scattered thoughts and all.
Reminder: we have two poetry readings/celebrations this coming week!
June 1st, 1pm-2:15ish ET
June 3rd, 7pm-8:15ish ET
The links for each meeting are below. Please choose one to attend, as meetings are capped at 100 participants.
Bring a poem to read if you’d like—it can be one from our month together, or if you have another, you can share that one instead. See you there!
To settle,
What does it all mean?
Arrive, stay, plant,
Yearn no more.
To seek, find, relax into?
I have found this space
deep within
where calmness resides.
It is a place of reconciliation.
Will it remain,
or will I need to continue
to seek, find, arrive,
and stay, yet again
and again?
Is always seeking away
to remain settled?
Settle down, sweet love.
The world is so much bigger than this one moment,
but this moment is the one we have,
and it will be gone so fast.
Settle in,
make it last.