“All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.”
Pablo Neruda (from Nobel Prize speech)
So there's this thing about Solstice time. I set out with such eager intentions to honor this time. And then each step feels increasingly heavier - yet filled with purpose. Dynamic stillness and holding steady - like holding parsvakonasana after I wanted to come out today/night in yoga class - and then rising up into bird of paradise.
Where does that container come from? My intention in practice today/night was hineni . I am here. After yesterday's "expansion" into shards of too many to do's, thankfully I came back to myself and remembered that the most important thing is presence. To stay contained enough to remember the light. Shakinah - the Divine light. It is in me, and everything, everyone. Contained. How else could it be, for us to know it?
Music and poetry help me remember.
This is one of my favorite poems, and that I connect with this time of year. By Pablo Neruda. The English translation is mine.
Pablo Neruda (from Nobel Prize speech)
So there's this thing about Solstice time. I set out with such eager intentions to honor this time. And then each step feels increasingly heavier - yet filled with purpose. Dynamic stillness and holding steady - like holding parsvakonasana after I wanted to come out today/night in yoga class - and then rising up into bird of paradise.
Where does that container come from? My intention in practice today/night was hineni . I am here. After yesterday's "expansion" into shards of too many to do's, thankfully I came back to myself and remembered that the most important thing is presence. To stay contained enough to remember the light. Shakinah - the Divine light. It is in me, and everything, everyone. Contained. How else could it be, for us to know it?
Music and poetry help me remember.
This is one of my favorite poems, and that I connect with this time of year. By Pablo Neruda. The English translation is mine.
Si cada día, cae
Si cada día, cae
dentro de cada noche
hay un pozo
donde la claridad está encerrada.
Hay que sentarse a la orilla
del pozo de la sombra
y pescar luz caída
con paciencia.
[If each day falls,
inside of each night
there is a well
where clarity is enclosed.
You have to sit yourself at the rim
of the well of shadow
and fish for fallen light
with patience.]
Still settling in here at the rim on Day Twenty Four....
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