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The 1993 inSpirit title. The inSpirit Series was previously known as the Meditation Manual Series.
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Arizona Sunrise
New Year
The Clock
Kaleidoscope
Crows
God’s Work
Eulogy for a Little Lab Mammal
Moment of Spirit
Storm Watch
Mother’s Day
Sufficiency
Between Seasons
The Healing Moment
Marsupial Shell
Father’s Day
Love Songs
Words
The Survivor
The Unaccompanied Mile
Approach to Summer
Ghost in the Orchard
The Changing Season
Fragment of Freedom
Calm Soul
Autumnal Invitation
A Trilobite Poet
Invocation
Conker Time
Moon Prayer
The Pebble
Meditation for Marjorie
Letting Go
And Let the River Answer
Untried Wings
All Is Dukkha
Footprints
Sacrifice
Reflections on a Painting by Andrew Wyeth
The Call
High Tide, Low Tide
High Tide, Low Tide
The bay at high tide is an invitation. It calls and I follow, falling into the chill wet blanket of motion and mystery. “Put down your face and stretch out,” it sighs. “Relax, the element is friendly. Swim out to the raft and fill up your ears; hear the throb of the ocean massaging the land. Experience the momentary panic of salt water in your nose and mouth; go on, it’s here for you.” The bay at high tide is a sparkle of fiberglass and a slapping of halyards; it’s a rolling, relentless sucking at the shore and uneasy toeholds on the backs of unseen sea creatures.
But at low tide the sand is strewn with the waves’ forgotten favors. I stand, abandoned like one of the empty shells, staring out beyond the horizon where the water receded, where I cannot follow. Low tide is for reflection and acceptance. I do not belong to this water world after all. I long to wriggle into the muddy sand and shoot out tiny fountains like the clams, but I cannot. I can only stare into the pools from the salt-spray-softened surface of the beached raft and let memories bathe me.
There is a time for high tide—being involved and active, taking risks, and putting out effort to master the elements—and there is a time for low tide—inactivity and quiet reflection—and both are necessary in our lives. May this be a low-tide time for you, when you can hear the voice of your own calming and thought-ful inspiration, a time when thoughts come uncalled for to comfort or challenge you; and may you go from here renewed
and ready to answer the call of your destiny,
to jump back into the tide of life
once more.
Arizona Sunrise
New Year
The Clock
Kaleidoscope
Crows
God’s Work
Eulogy for a Little Lab Mammal
Moment of Spirit
Storm Watch
Mother’s Day
Sufficiency
Between Seasons
The Healing Moment
Marsupial Shell
Father’s Day
Love Songs
Words
The Survivor
The Unaccompanied Mile
Approach to Summer
Ghost in the Orchard
The Changing Season
Fragment of Freedom
Calm Soul
Autumnal Invitation
A Trilobite Poet
Invocation
Conker Time
Moon Prayer
The Pebble
Meditation for Marjorie
Letting Go
And Let the River Answer
Untried Wings
All Is Dukkha
Footprints
Sacrifice
Reflections on a Painting by Andrew Wyeth
The Call
High Tide, Low Tide
High Tide, Low Tide
The bay at high tide is an invitation. It calls and I follow, falling into the chill wet blanket of motion and mystery. “Put down your face and stretch out,” it sighs. “Relax, the element is friendly. Swim out to the raft and fill up your ears; hear the throb of the ocean massaging the land. Experience the momentary panic of salt water in your nose and mouth; go on, it’s here for you.” The bay at high tide is a sparkle of fiberglass and a slapping of halyards; it’s a rolling, relentless sucking at the shore and uneasy toeholds on the backs of unseen sea creatures.
But at low tide the sand is strewn with the waves’ forgotten favors. I stand, abandoned like one of the empty shells, staring out beyond the horizon where the water receded, where I cannot follow. Low tide is for reflection and acceptance. I do not belong to this water world after all. I long to wriggle into the muddy sand and shoot out tiny fountains like the clams, but I cannot. I can only stare into the pools from the salt-spray-softened surface of the beached raft and let memories bathe me.
There is a time for high tide—being involved and active, taking risks, and putting out effort to master the elements—and there is a time for low tide—inactivity and quiet reflection—and both are necessary in our lives. May this be a low-tide time for you, when you can hear the voice of your own calming and thought-ful inspiration, a time when thoughts come uncalled for to comfort or challenge you; and may you go from here renewed
and ready to answer the call of your destiny,
to jump back into the tide of life
once more.
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