Recieving Time

Receiving Time: explorations of the inner and outer landscapes

Recieving Time

by Molly McCahan

Winter was good to me. I finally got a backcountry set up, got to spend time with @hellsworth ‘s son, Lex, go for chilly but sunny walks with the neighbors, and crochet my first sweater. I also got crocs because I damaged a nerve in my heel…so not 100%…but still so good. @spiralsongs hosted our second event ever thanks to the help of Quincy Bog as well as @hailey_rose17 and @bethanypietroniro. We were so lucky to work with them. Oh, and I got free foot rubs. Looking forward to Spring and for all beings to be free from suffering. November. Reconnecting, winter mountains, dog time. October. Feeing immensely grateful for all my loves and looking forward to moving into either a hay cave or a chicken coop with them. September ushers me into the world. August. Grateful for the sunny days and the rainy days and the time making music with wonderful people. Addio to @alexmellsworth who is moving to Seattle! June things. Sweet times with sweet creatures in sweet sweet Louisiana. Coming back to NH winter has never been so hard. Mid June: Figuring out how pride works for me, coveting my neighbor’s cat, cute friends hike through mud and wear funny hats, cherries are found on sidewalks, and Marissa tries to smother me with her love. May: Dumbarton Oaks, DC, Richmond, Williamsburg. Grateful for the opportunities to learn from generous, thoughtful people.

“…I think it makes a huge difference, when you wake in the morning and come out of your house, whether you believe you’re walking into dead geographical location, which is used to get to a destination, or whether you’re emerging out into a landscape that is just as much if not more alive as you, but in a totally different form, and if you go towards it with an open heart and a real, watchful reverence, that you will be absolutely amazed at what it will reveal to you…What amazes me about landscape, landscape recalls you into a mindful mode of stillness, solitude, and silence, where you can truly receive time.”

(“John O’Donohue — The Inner Landscape of Beauty”)

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Recieving Time

by Molly McCahan