new years day
fresh and new...even the sky is still after the raging stormy wet and windy few days..it felt as if the weather was supporting the clearing out of the old...shaking it all apart and loosening its grip, debris to the ground, blowing away the cobwebs, especially at those tricky corners that we had hidden away from life, from ourself, from each other...at yet today all is still and clear again...magical happenings when the elements hold us in their grip as we journey forwards
and yet...one day in and a flurry of activity out there...what is it about rushing to fill this space so soon?...can we not dwell in its new face and take time to feel into its resonance?...to stay in minimal motion until we are called to take action?
ok i understand that for some of us maybe we have to head back to work...and as a self employed stylee lady i also get it that the opportunity is ripe to catch those falling into the new year stripped a lil bare and armed with intentions and resolutions...and yet..and yet...
can we not just breathe....
watch the flow in and out pass a few rounds, pass the time...in this cave of no time
i havent had a clue as to what day it has been over the last week..i guess xmas with family then 5 days down in brighton has meant that time has disappeared for me!...in fact when someone informed me it was tuesday (apparently) today the word felt meaningless!
how extraordinary to step off the conveyor belt of time and routine and segments and having to be somewhere for a small while..to idle idly in the state of being...listening, waiting, breathing and following what the intelligence and wisdom of your beautiful body desires..like an animal...aaah! this brings me to a poem to take into the new year..enjoy xxx
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things
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