Awakening a Keen Observer

Friday, May 29, 2009


In a movie I watched not long ago a man from NYC was visiting Savannah and before he goes to sleep he turned on a tape recording of car-big city noises-- these apparently made him feel at home.

If you open the windows this time of year where we live in Oklahoma in the evening the frogs singing are a beautiful chorus... They sing through most of the night. We have also had the Midnight mockingbird return. Seriously it's midnight between 12-3am (don't ask how I know). This singer, they say it is the males who sing at night, had 14 songs he sings. I've counted them three times... It's not as hard as it sounds.
These sounds make a difference in the world. You can hear them and focus on them and enjoy them.
We also have a train or two that come through at night. The one from the south is full as you can hear the difference in the way the train cars sound as they go by. I'm really not sure what they are hauling but really does it matter?

Somehow this world has sounds that we miss because the sounds of engines and people are everywhere. Here in the Middle (Oklahoma) there is a lot of quiet. And it is delightful.
Enjoy the quiet. Enjoy the pauses in your life.

What nature songs make you feel at home...?


God Abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

What is ahead

I don't know not really what is ahead.
That's not a silly thought or just is.

I know what I have planned and what I am making plans for...ahead
But I don't know if that will work out..
The what if's of life are real...

And that has to be ok

Because we are not really in control
We are part of
We are actors
We are movers and shakers
Be we are not in control...

And that has to be ok

We can box in ourselves and say we will stay this way only
We will be exactly like this
Our money will last until....
But we are not in control

And that has to be ok

And faith says... that IS ok.
Because we already have all we need and even more..
So instead of storing all the extra
for the maybes of tomorrow in the storage units of life..
let's let go..
And it's great we are not in control

And that IS ok.

Bobbie Giltz McGarey

Yes...that is ok

Friday, May 15, 2009

Happy thoughts

Driving to work the other day with the radio on... with road noise... with all that was going on the trill of a meadowlark came through it all
( I got this image from You can hear the song here...

Anyway driving along thinking about lots of things bursting into whatever thing I might have been mulling over.... came this song... reminding me of the world there... just there... that I was driving by.

We need I think to enjoy who we are where we are now. Baba ram Das wrote a book in the
60's Be here now...
And that is a really good reminder that we need to be where we are. Present to the present tense of our lives. Yesterday is past...tomorrow is only a dream... we have now.

You have now..
Where ever you are
in whatever situation
Paul wrote in all these things I shall be content.
not surrender... but rather living into that place or thing.
Do you know how that feels?
It feels really sweet.

God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
Wait..remember to listen to the meadowlarks in your life calling you to L I F E


Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Just Thinking

I was watching PBS Dickens: Old Curiosity Shop. I know somewhere I must have read this but didn't remember well enough..It left me crying.
I'm ok now really but it was one of those things that grief think you are ok and 'thru' it and then boom you are in it again.
Here is the line that got me.

Oh! it is hard to take to heart the lesson that such deaths will teach,

I thought of some losses I've recently experienced and realized they were 'fresher' than I knew...
So I decided to look up the book and found the whole of it here:

I turned to the last two chapters and found the line in Chapter 72 Here friends is the fullness of the quote which makes it better.

Oh! it is hard to take to heart the lesson that such deaths will teach, but let no man reject it, for it is one that all must learn, and is a mighty, universal Truth. When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world, and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes. In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.

It is a rainy grey day here... but this is beautiful in its own way...

God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey