I hear your song, Sisters the gather and order of energy rumbles from the Earth into my feet and ripples through my body long ago and into the future no longer latent ready to be used I hear your song, Sisters the release and adieu of labels the loss unnoticed by the immense sky and waves of wonder in thought memories and knowing no longer latent ready to be needed I hear your song, Sisters the hunting and gathering of resources flights of instinct and inheritance and cycles of survival darkly held in the sunrise no longer asleep ready to be heard
A moment crystallized
exploding into the Self–
Where worry and fears unmasked
can be followed or acknowledged.
A short practice,
collecting negative thoughts
into a bowl of my making,
consists of simple stillness
and just the breath;
the structure of my body
struggling to be present
aware and nonjudgmental–
Simple isn’t easy:
my eyes looking down
fixed and inward;
in the space between
where the elements emerge
escaping my limitations, only to
cascade down dark rough landscapes
and rock walls of some expanse,
(now distinctive and recognizable),
Until I let them go with purpose
through the o-shaped mouth.
Stillness returns once
just like the Day, and other
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”-Mary Oliver
I’ve been playing around with meditation and movement to stretch into those insatiable moments of perfect clarity within today’s darknesses. Most naturally and efficiently, I delve into this in the early mornings, but 2020…
Current schooling is a quagmire of polarities, shifting norms, and constant regrouping–in short, facing personal fears while holding space for others to do the same (as well as myself). The essence of each moment rests on the ability to balance, and then act–not react–with wisdom and good work. I look for ways to infuse #gratitude into the impossibilities of the classroom, affected by our transition in and out of quarantine (for some) and digital learning for a short time (for more) and back to the brick-and-mortar classroom. We take a moment to share and we all feel better.
The nuggets from daily #practice erupt from micromovements (with)in and out of familiar postures and sequences of intuitive knowing of my own boundaries and landscape; I intentionally process through also familiar emotional thoughts, the accumulation of judgment of having fallen short, losing patience, despairing, complaining, waffling in confusion and indecision, or frustration, and this week, a lot of anger.
The only way to let go is to let in. Gratitude for the gifts of darkness.