Rain continues to pound down. It’s like the old days and yet it feels so new after these years of drought. I was up in the night, listening, opening like the soil and roots to cleansing and renewal.
For me, it slows down thought and talk, opens and clears a wider space. The temples in the head spread as do the pelvic bones. The feet land and spread.
There is clarity in the four dignities: standing, sitting, lying, walking.
I look forward to this new January day.
Kahlil Gibran:
I’m in reflective mode these days, noticing, receiving, contemplating. I’m with this:
What is the weight of thought on my tissues? Is it heavy or light? Can I change it? Do I want to? Do I need to? I’ve been noticing the weight of thought on my bodily tissues. If it interests you, notice, and see what comes.
In noticing, I feel and applaud the weight and lightness of my ancestry move through me. I evolve complexity and simplicity, compassion and understanding.
As Thich Nhat Hanh wrote in The Art of Living:
Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.
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