Awaken Engage David Robert Jones

As a kid growing up on our farm, one of my favorite things to do was to find places of refuge from the wind and elements. Since it was windy almost all of the time where we lived, I had plenty of opportunities to enjoy this pastime. Our straw stacks next to the corrals were particularly well-suited since there were small spaces between the stacks you could crawl into and be completely protected.Immediately, I would notice the silence and stillness of the air in the absence of the wind.The sensation was very much like entering another world.A quiet, safe, secure,

A good friend is visiting and during our time in the pitch black darkness and heat of the sweat lodge tonight, we found our way to the topic of creating for the sake of creating - perhaps the topic found us. Our friend has spent a lifetime following his heart and finding a way to make a living at it. It hasn’t been easy. It has actually been crazy hard, quite complicated sometimes, and required sacrifice most of the time. Yet, there isn’t an ounce of regret in his voice when he talks about choosing to live life following his

The Space to BeWhat is needed?to feel seento feel heardto feel connected to feel a sense of Be-long-ingthe rest followsYesrest followsandThe Rest followsthe space to Beto feel seento feel heardto feel connectedto feel a sense of Be-long-ingsome call it unconditional loveandwelcoming acceptancethe sense of Be-ingh e l d inintense p r e s e n c eto feel seento feel heardto feel connected to feel a sense of Be-long-ingto offer such p r e s e n c eto our Selvesand to each otherto each otherwith each otherwith each other Onewith each other One that is as I Amis what

Passing Through What Is Still That which comes goesThat which arises falls awayPassing through what is stillGive it 30 secondsof undivided attentionLet thoughts come and goAnd watchAnd feelAnd acknowledge it as it isAnd accept it as it isAnd watch and feel some moreLet go of labelsLet them comeAnd let them goThat which comes goesThat which arises falls awayPassing through what is stillNot buying it?Wake before dawnSet your eyes upon the eastAnd watchAnd feelAnd acknowledge it as it isAnd accept it as it isAnd watch and feel some moreAnd just to make sureFind your way to near-duskAnd set your eyes to

Raising Us they say we raise our children but i say we raise each other and that many times like today it feels to me like our children are raising us to higher levels greater good deeper love wiser action some backstory yesterday evening we were eating ice cream on the stoop and a text comes in and she says yes to her first job and promptly has to figure out how much do i charge? as much as i can get? as much as they are able? a fair price according to such and such? i say, what’s the

Clutter where I grew up skies are big the foreground is small the horizons are vast and the only times away from home that ever felt like this part of home were the many times looking west into the ocean while leaning against the end rails of Pacific piers and thanking God that there was nothing to see but seeing every once in awhile even where i now live i leave the valley and find my way south and west enough that i can see the seeing and be with out clutter i suppose this is what writing poems is