I know this is a word and even if it weren't I'd find it accurate in describing where I stand right now
I do however feel that most of my movements are in a more or less forward direction
At least, that's the direction I'm facing
I have for a long time felt that it was important to move and speak from a place of Intention
So facing forward is kind of my baseline for Intention these days
I may not have clear thoughts or all the words I need to speak my Intention, but I trust that clarity will emerge in the words I speak and the moves I make
These are difficult days and trusting oneself can often be the only clear path ahead.
Don't shut down. Don't tune out. Appreciate small successes.
Trust your Intention. Then take the next step forward.
Some times, even in the darkest of times, all it takes to shift from darkness to light is a word
It may not feel like a dramatic shift showing up instead like a small opening or a change of direction, just enough to move you away from where you were
Maybe it serves as a ladder to bring up out of the rabbit hole you find yourself in
Sometimes you choose the word Often the word chooses you
Not long ago I was chosen by the word "orchidaceous"
I didn't know there was such a word I had never heard it spoken
I may never speak it myself but the fact that it conjured up the incredible beauty of orchids is enough
The point is that my attention moved into a place of wonder And that space was incompatible with whatever might be holding me in the darkness
That space won't be permanent but neither does anything in life remain always the same
So we must be appreciative of each of these small opportunities that bring a little light
If a door is open just a crack it could perhaps be wide enough to push it open even more.
Being a child of the universe and needing a broader perspective, I walked to the beach and laid down on the sand. I listened to the waves and the gulls and looked up at the sky.
I noticed my breathing was shallow so I followed my breath all the way down to my belly and back.
I felt the weight I was carrying on my shoulders. They felt as though they had been beaten down.
I allowed the heaviness to sink my shoulders deeper into the sand.
My body was grateful for the support.
I wondered if my mind might follow my body and release the heaviness of my thoughts.
These feel to be the heavier weight. And where would I put them if I were to let them go?
I must be careful not to just close the door on them.
I know what happens when you try to do that.
You end up pushing against the door with all your might while they push back.
A course correction, that's what I need. Simply being here. Now.
Allowing the thoughts to flow on by like clouds in the sky.
So this becomes my practice. Lying down on the sand. And maybe, just maybe, I can keep it going.
When I get up and walk, When I talk to people, When I read the news, When I come to understand the danger we are in and the hellish direction we are heading.
We are caught in a time where we can't rely on past expectations, a time where it seems impossible to envision what comes next.
We must trust in our capacity to respond and meet the moment, knowing that if one falters there are others who will step in.
We can be like the birds who return in the spring, flying in formation, with one bird in the lead.
When the one leading gets tired, another moves up to take its place.
