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Isn’t that something

I’m choosing play.

I’m being surprised, feeling it.

I’m not getting my shit together, but I am figuring out where the piles are.

I pulled up so many roots today. Isn’t that something.

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Before the storm came

Before the storm came, I took my own lightning to the river and sent it off through the hallways of trees until it was lost in the moving of light, the moving of water.

I saw this spiderweb come in and out of being.

I stood, barefoot, and let my heart drain into the strong pull of water until I could no longer feel my own legs.

I left something behind and have already forgotten what it was like to hold.

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Go

Go, stand in the river where

the water runs clear and swiftly

Where the current is the strongest

and feel it

your own strength.

Bend to let your fingertips be moved

until the rain comes. 

Then walk yourself back home,

How do you stay open like the water

Rooted, not in the earth, but inside every cell of your own being

Held in the air, in the fire.

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A body of water

My soul was singing.

Those moments, brief and sometimes surprising, when everything’s a mirror. And the seeing blends into being. And everything, everything feels so close.


Floating in this wild body of water —salty lips, endless movement. The grieving and rejoicing meet each other, face to face.

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Yes and no

a poem by e.e. cummings

 

i thank You God for most this amazing

day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

 

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

 

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

 

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

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Resurrection

 

Resurrection looks like this.

Spring.

And it has very little to do with belief. The flowers say “I do not need you to believe me.” It is actually unbelievable that life returns in spring.

Holy is a reverence for the mystery.

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On Healing

It takes time. It takes a long time to wash away. It takes longer to soften enough to see the receding wave, to follow it back out. The crashing is easier, harsher, louder, claiming attention. But the return is a different kind of strong. It cuts under all the noise, to the soul of the sea. It takes time to see them both, the in and the out, as something whole. And then to feel that I am part of this? That's another lifetime worth of time.

Into Wonder

"In the beginning of heaven and earth there were no words,
Words came out of the womb of matter;
And whether a man dispassionately
Sees to the core of life
Or passionately
Sees the surface,
The core and the surface
Are essentially the same,
Words making them seem different
Only to express appearance.
If name be needed, wonder names them both:
From wonder into wonder
Existence opens."

 

–TAO TE CHING 

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From Alain De Botton

"We should not feel embarrassed by our difficulties,

only by our failure to grow anything beautiful

from them.

 

–Alain De Botton

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From Lao Tsu

Ten

Carrying body and soul and embracing the one,
Can you avoid separation?
Attending fully and becoming supple,
Can you be as a newborn babe?
Washing and cleansing the primal vision,
Can you be without stain?
Loving all men and ruling the country,
Can you be without cleverness?
Opening and closing the gates of heaven,
Can you play the role of woman?
Understanding and being open to all things,
Are you able to do nothing?
Giving birth and nourishing,
Bearing but not possessing,
Working yet not taking credit,
Leading yet not dominating,
This is the Primal Virtue.

–From the TAO TE CHING
Lao Tsu,
translation by Gia-Fu Feng

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From Adichie

"That's a pretty strong opinion"

 

"I don't know how to have any other kind."

 

–From AMERICANAH
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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For 2017

Of all the things I might tell myself this year, I do hope at least some of them involve more "letting" of my own self and your own self. I can let in and let out all the resolve and remorse.

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