Listen:  Summer Solstice

 

 

Readings:

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“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
― Pema Chödrön

 

 

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life

 

 

“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

 

 

“When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

 

 

“He lay on his back in his blankets and looked our where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In the false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net. He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

 

 

Where does outer space end
It’s sort of hard to imagine
Is it real? Is it nothing, nothing?
Cause it’s not so clear anymore to me.

 

Why do birds always fly south
When sometimes its warm in yer head wound
Is that nothing, nothing?
Cause its not so clear anymore to me
And if God hears all my questions
Well how come there’s never an answer?
Is it nothing, nothing?

― Flaming Lips, Placebo Headwound

 

 

Meditation:

 

Enter space,

Support less,

Eternal,

Still.

 

 

Contemplations: