This Tenacity

Nature’s tenacity though disruptive at times, is also purely Life-giving. A strong pulsed continuum. We are made of and within a Universe that inhales potential and exhales Life. 

This morning these words land in my mind as my reluctance is masked in sleepiness. And push my tired spirit back into the wakeful world, uncertain reality. Although now I think about it, and I am not sure this day is anymore uncertain than all other days and times. Things change constantly, this is life. 

What carries us today is also what has and always will. Our breath. The in and out. Our perspective, our focus. Our ability to wait. And in the waiting find joys and thankfulness. Our courage. To reach for each other. And be the love and compassion and laughter that is needed.

Perhaps we hunker down. Connect. Play. Tell our stories. Perhaps we reinvent ourselves. Declutter our hearts and minds. Take down the old and build a new. 

Perhaps we’ll turn words (ordinary ones that pack power like “peace”, “health”, “clarity”. ) into mantras that pull us like an inhale into the light filled centers of ourselves. Perhaps we come to stand at a window that dwells within the Light Palace of our soul and look out to find portraits of personal purpose and creativity.

Now we can feel the True Nature that holds us and propels us through this time and space. Now deep breaths of cosmic air pull power and light from our holy centers and an exhale pours it over our heads like a fresh soothing element that drains into all our dark or worried spaces.

Breath after breath after breath is like this until we start to feel the weight and taste of this soothing element. Until it makes a sound like the whispers of our mantras. We feel the power of our Greatest most Resilient self. This is the ancient, primal, promising Nature that carries us. 

Flow Rituals

I know I desire a slow form of living this year. So that I can notice more and pay tribute to more and let myself flow.

I’m learning what slows me and delights me. Quietude. Sometimes writing my way through noisy storms in my mind. Some times just sitting, watching, breathing.

I want to pause more I guess. When I’m enjoying something I want to stretch it out. Make it last, collect and keep a piece of its essence for fuel.

Ways to keep my flow:

Brain dump lists

Being outside

Candle light in darkness

Dancing

Folding laundry

Gratitude lists

Posture and breath practices

Push ups

Slow sex

Sweet savored sips or bites

Water breaks

Yoga

Ps. Do you have stay in the flow rituals? Please share.

Body of Light

I do feel better now. The last few days my mind has been tripping over all kinds of things. Searching. Taste testing. Falling from heights I did not realize were inside of me.

Then I decide to go home – The simple but often forgotten practice of rediscovering my body. It’s a slow, patient, process that I don’t always believe there is time for. But I can’t forget it’s power. I bask in how it went. Grabbing toes, turning on the little muscles that make my ass and thighs shake. Twitching, counting, dancing, having little contests with myself. The smell of my hair as it tickles my nose in a long held pose, hints of sage and cinnamon. The stretch and lengthening that my breath creates, against the beat of rhythms that turn the lights down in my mind, make all the rough spots smooth, and the uncertain spots strong.

Remembering that I have a body always helps with the anxiety that comes this time of year. Remembering My roots, remembering I belong in this place, in this vessel that is governed by universal laws. I am not “on the outside” of anything. This shelter I call my body is made of the same elements that have produced planets, including the one I live on. All the lifeforms here (including me) are bits of her flesh. The same processes that propel the moon and stars move me through time and space as well. I am part of the body of life. I’m a sliver of the infinite.

And it’s all going to be ok.

Then there is nothing “too” big anymore. Things are small and put in there proper proportions. Human drama = minuscule, loneliness = impossible, Life = unstoppable, this moment = everything I need.

I know I am loved now. I can relax into unfathomable billows of love. Because this body, this planet, this Life are propelled by a kind of life-giving love. And it shows me how to be the one who loves me. Because Love is embedded in this “going” we call time. It is the ancient root that tendrils us all.

Ps. This song.

Because I want to

I Know contentment.
Reverence.
Wonder.

I Know the power
of my varied edges and sides.
I Know they are just right.
They are serving me.

I Know patience.
I Know its waves of anticipation
also, its warm incubation.

I Know my Source.
It’s endless loving essence. 
Its assurance, it’s ability, and delight.

I know because I want to. 

Ps. Here’s a similar piece called What I Know (A Birthday edition)

And now, move.

Sometimes I wish I were different already.
That I could untie the knots in my mind, on demand.
Make my limbs reach more readily for the love that I crave.

But there’s this ravine it seems, between me and the creature I wish to be.
There’s some big long journey  involved?

…Or is there?
Is that just an excuse, a story of resistance?
Did words not create this story to begin with? As they do so many other things? As they will my freedom.

Is all I desire simply one step away?
My untrusting mind frozen in place?
I wish I could thaw it.
Perhaps I can..
Perhaps I just need to speak the warm words that will melt my trepidation.

Say:

“Thaw.

Fear not! – where your next step will land you.

Know that you are only everything you say you are.”

Say:

“I am Veracious Love.”

And now, move.

here is good… where ever that is.

I think I’m going to have to set aside
this wayward thinking style…
And how ‘bout trying just to stay
Let the others run their pace awhile

Now here’s the ground I stood, its feeling weak
The places are the same, most the people haven’t changed
I guess that leaves it up to me..
Plenty of forgiveness, no one left to blame

Here it is… Staring me in the eyes..
I’ve had enough to look at but I’ve failed to realize
That this feeling I’ve been searching for is nowhere to be found
‘Cause it’s been waiting all this time for me to come around

And I think I’m going have to come back in
From these memories I’ve been playing in
I’ll never find myself in old photographs
Nostalgia’s an illusion now just waiting to attack

It’s the times I lose myself, I know I grow
And tell me you will stay, or tell me you will go
It makes no difference to me
‘cause this place I’m in, will still be
The place I need to stand inside the most

So here it is… starting me in the eyes
I had enough to look at but I failed to realize
That I’ll be the most beautiful in this moment
Or the most cynical and strange.. I can always rearrange
I can always find myself just how I am