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July 28, 2007
Wow
I noticed tonight that I just want to open my heart.
As in, physically... like, holy batman, robin, I actually miss Kapotasana.
*GASP*
It is not lost on me that what we do physically is often reflected in our lives.
It got me thinking tonight and I had this revelation about someone in my life. A moment sorta where I thought "You know, if I never got to talk to this person again, it'd be okay, there's this beautiful gift they've given me along the way." What the gift was isn't really the point of my mental foray... just that everyone we meet and interact with... everyone has something they give us. It's the nature of being human. All too often, we forget this magical piece of being human.
Which led me to, man, I'm a crappy friend. I owe more emails, phone calls and "coffees" than I care to admit. Seriously. CIODude has been expecting "more later" for like 3 months now. Wiley called me constantly during my latest horrible climax of delinquency and I know she just wanted to say "Hey, man, I support you. Are you okay?" I just could never answer the phone when she called. Or like the email I owe The Best Friend from like two weeks ago.
*sigh*
This made me realize I am way too wrapped up in my own drama. Slap me upside the head but have I completely forgotten the importance of the people in my life? I've put so many things "on the backburner" to "be where I am" and where I am is pretty fun... but I always swore I would never do that. Am I doing that?
All packed... then I realized, I left my yoga mat at the studio on Thursday... I was gabbing with my teacher when I left and I left it. Can you believe it!? My flight is at 9am which means we have to be there at 8 which means I have *JUST* enough time to drive to Leucadia where the first yoga class starts at 7:30 (Thank GOD yogis get up early) and get all the way back, get The Daughter and get to the airport. I'm such a dork.
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July 27, 2007
Long and Lost
I showed up on the mat yesterday. My teacher said "Well, look, it's my long lost student." I don't know about long but lost is definitely a good adjective. Over the course of the past week I've done more damage to my body from a physical perspective than I've done over the course of the past 10 years. That's okay, it's okay... it's over. :) I feel no real shame or remorse. It is what it is and I've done what I've done and, you know what, to go completely over the edge of sanity every now and again is really just fine.
Fortunately, even though I haven't "practiced," I have gotten on the mat or stretched here and there... so practice itself wasn't necessarily a painful experience... it only took a few sun salutations for the hamstrings to lighten up all the way... it's the muscles that wanted to slay me and my bad habits of late.
I've noticed the soreness all day....
I am happy to say that the manifesting has worked.... I leave in the morning with The Daughter or a week in Shasta with my teacher. It's really not the best timing from a work perspective but, fortunately, I work with a really cool guy and I'm going anyway. It's the perfect opportunity to find my center again and get back to the reality that is my life.
So, until I return... when life here at Facing Inward should resume back to it's fully functional and normal state.
Peace out.
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July 22, 2007
Shiny, Happy, New
Isn't it amazing when you just get sick of yourself. When you are just sick of whatever whiney, lame ass excuse for yourself you've become! It's a great moment actually. If the Seerer is seeing. (as I sit here I am eating one of the most vile and disgusting things I can ever imagine ingesting into my body.... I won't reveal what it is because it is that disgusting but it's very yummy nevertheless)
You see, I've been telling myself for at least a decade that eating *that* kind of stuff is just something you never do. Never NEVER I was driving home today and the thought struck me that I'd like to do X this afternoon. The Seerer is so awake right now that I immediately recognized how often this particular thought ocurrs and, yet, I've never given in to the thought. Never said "Yep, I could do that." So today I decided to try doing just that. What else can we see when we venture somewhere we've forbidden ourselves for years?
As I write that I recognize how totally possible it could be to be writing that same paragraph over something other than food. I wonder how many ways we embroil (is that a word?) ourselves into these little unnoticeable dramas? The stories we tell ourselves!
Today feels like the first day of something new. I've dealt with a lot of drama lately (only few people know the absolute depth of it all... it's been an amazing journey to the depths of places I didn't know I could go in my life). So with newness, the seerer becomes more awake and like a child in a toy store.
I often wonder if this is that break down in tears I've witnessed some people do at the end of a particularly amazing practice... the great flood of heart opening.
Patanjali's Yoga Sutras II.20 The Seer is pure consciousness. Although it appears to take on the forms of the phenomena that it merely observes, it really stays unaffected.
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July 21, 2007
Rock Bottom
I think I've used that for a blog post before. I am sure I meant it in that context as I'm sure I do in this. It's not really rock bottom. Life is good. I'm doing great. Things feel as right as they can right now. I've completely released my heart to getting through this day and not worrying about the next. This includes my hiatus from asana practice. By doing this, by consciously telling myself "I'm not practicing right now," I have given myself the approval to hit this valley's rock bottom.
I can be fairly certain that tonight is this valley's rock bottom.
That's it, done... all done... nothing left to see here... Thank God. I was ready to be in these footsteps. It's time to do the long journey back to the sun... It's starts with Surya Namaskara A. And it begins, for me, as soon as I'm done with the moon of the month.
If I manifest well enough... if the first leg on the uphill climb is a single stroke of good fortune on Monday morning, I will get to go to Shasta for the first series retreat. It is a much needed and perfect opportunity for me to nourish myself and find my path. Manifest, manifest, manifest.
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July 19, 2007
Personal Entries
Everyday I sit down to blog and I have to pick a "category" for my post. Everyday I pick the same category "Personal Entries." It's been a long time since I actually looked at what categories are available to me. I made them up back in the day when blogging was different than it is now. Like one was called "Wine Picks"
Here's my current "Wine Picks" entry (note, this is the first one in 3 years I believe):
The best way to buy wine when you have a budget in mind (and, in my mind, my budget for your average everyday table wine is $10... sometimes I'll splurge (like I had a bottle of 2004 Darioush this week with a professional buddy) but, for everyday doings, nope $10 is the limit)... simply look at the labels. Go to Trader Joe's and promise yourself you'll only buy wines that are within this price range based on label alone. It's a heady promise to find all the really good ones.
The Dog is sick. Stomach problems :(
Back from Seattle. I have to admit I always feel a particular sense of rightness when I'm in the Southern California sun.
I didn't for a moment feel bad for not practicing today. This is newsworthy because it is the first time ever that I've felt that way. A deeply rooted peace that I know right now is simply crazy and out of control... but in just a short while, the line will be crossed, the edges of fray in the carpet of my discipline will be fraying themselves.. and I will go back to it. I'll wave hi to Kapotasana, my old friend, soon enough.
Today's Rumi (yea, back to my Rumi book):
Some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into light.
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July 18, 2007
The Finish Line
In comparison to Sunday's absolutely extraordinary day in Seattle, today is cold and rainy. It is how my heart feels.
The ground has left my feet, a deep black and vast hole has replaced the stability of the earth... no traction, no comfort, no grounding.
The world is spinning, fast... and I don't understand it anymore. I'm not even sure I understand myself. I'm not even sure I want to understand any of the things that are happening in my life right at this moment.
Instead, the moment is going to change and pass.... and it will... and I will change and move on...
I always say our yoga helps us even when we aren't on the mat... when we most need it, the stillness and the peace and the miracle that is the practice is there within, to help us... and that's true... but the longer you stray from the mat, the more distant that solid foundation of stillness and truth becomes.
I found my way to my mat twice on this trip... both short practices here at the house I'm staying in... no physical performance... just discipline to actually do something and to feel the rubbery surface of my Manduka for even a few minutes... some small sliver of clarity and grace.
It was in that moment I realized how much I've screwed myself up (and not in the way many of you are thinking... though the details are vague, you all know what is going on with me... and that piece of it is still clear and still strong...it's all the other shit in between). It wouldn't be bad if I had just screwed myself up a little bit but I screwed myself up royally. Get out the shovel... it's time to dig my way out.
On the iPod:
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
...
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
....
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
...
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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July 17, 2007
Locks
Get your head out of the collective ashtanga gutter... I mean locks as in locks between the ocean and the lake (some lake, can't remember the name of it exactly).
I flew into Seattle Saturday and met up with JumpsThruSomeday (who's been jumping through for sometime now) and OneCrookedFella. We had a lovely dinner where they both shared some interesting perspective on my life and lovely conversation with two of the best people I know. Like everyone else in Seattle, C&T assured me that the locks weren't so exciting....
and, yet, Sunday, on a boat, 80 degrees, pure sunlight, some wine, some cheese, a bikini, sunblock... and the locks.... it was fun and exciting and new. I loved it. The difference in smell between being up 20 feet in the lake and down 20 feet in the ocean... dramatic and fantastic... and, okay, probably after the first time you do it, it isn't so impressive... but the first time, it was worth it.
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July 15, 2007
Hurt
I was able to help a friend out today. I don't really know what was needed but I was able to freely give everything I had in the moment. That's such a great feeling. It is so very much who I am and, yet, a piece that I've subdued for a really long time. It made me realize how much joy I get in "service" to others.
I have commited that starting the first of the month, when I've had a month of all the new routines with work and kid's camps and whatnot I will get back on track. I will find my practice again.
Flew to Seattle today... as a result, I don't have a Rumi book..so this one is from heart:
Hold on to your particular pain
This too shall lead you to God.
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July 13, 2007
I Will Not
I woke up this morning feeling like hell... ugh... life is so full of jokes... I wonder if God ever gets tired of laughing (in the laugh with you way)? An all day meeting didn't help... I came home and literally passed out.
When I woke up I drove to the store to run an errand I've been meaning to do all week and must do before I leave for Seattle and knew I would never do tomorrow. I felt like absolute crap.
I stopped at the health food store and bought some homeopathics that have worked in the past... during that time when the idea of taking Ibuprofen made me shake my head with that judgmental disgust (and now I think nothing of asking for double the dosage)... Within 15 minutes I felt better.
I stopped on the way home to say Goodbye to Tara :( Portland is getting the cream of the crop! Tiff and I had a glass of wine, we went and got some sushi (which I could not eat, I felt better but apparently not THAT better)... The nicest thing was that she and I shared some really personal feelings with each other... both had not told anyone else about these feelings and we promised to help each other work them out. Whatever work out comes to mean.
This caused me to remind myself that living emotionally alone is not an end goal and that relying on other people and asking other people for help and really letting other people help me with my fears and my difficult times is okay. In fact, it's probably good.
Today's Poetry:
Do not look with fear
on the changes and chances of this life;
rather look to them with full faith that as they arise,
God - whose you are - will deliver you out of them.
He has kept you hitherto.
Do not but hold fast to His dear hand,
and He will lead you safely through all things;
and when you cannot stand, He will bear you
in His arms.
Do not anticipate what will happen tomorrow.
The same everlasting Father who cares for you today
will take care of you tomorrow and every day.
Either He will shield you from suffering or
He will give you unfailing strength to bear it.
Be at peace, then, and put aside all anxious thoughts
and imaginations.
-- Saint Francis De Sales
[Edited to Add: I should probably start reading the On This Day before I post.... Today is the anniversary of my surgery.. I can barely stand the amazement at all the things that have occurred in my life since this day in 2005.]
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July 12, 2007
Leave It To Poetry
Man, you gotta hate when that happens... I typed a whole blog post and some wierd flick on the computer screen and BOOM it's all gone... right before I was gonna hit Save.
I think it said something like this:
Today SUCKED. I hated today. I did everything wrong today (this includes turning off the alarm at 6am because my head felt like it might explode and the idea of moving my body had me considered the toilet to giving myself the biggest and brightest most SCREWED UP news I could give myself in a single day). Today SUCKED.
In all things light and beautiful that is God, however, my doorbell rang. It was a flower delivery... some lovely roses in a vase from a friend with great thoughts and encouragement. I really needed it. It was perfect timing.
From God Makes The Rivers To Flow:
(the reason we do ashtanga)
As the pupil is within the eye itself,
So is the Lord within thy body;
But fools know not this simple fact,
And search for Him elsewhere. --- Kabir
and...
Better indeed is knowledge than mechanical practice.
Better than knowledge is meditation.
But better still is surrender in love,
Because there follows immediate peace. - The Bhagavad Gita
Has anyone ever found a place to find beautiful Indian art? Supposedly there is a shop in Mysore. I would really like just a lovely image of Hanuman to hang on a wall in my office.
[Edited to Add:
The on this day thing is so cool... This week I had decided to get my tattoo on my arm...
http://ashtangi.net/fiw/archives/2004_07_14.html]
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July 10, 2007
Home Practice
Today's been sorta a shitty day. I just felt like nothing on the entire planet went right for me today. I was late this morning dropping off the kids because I was trying to do this timesheet thing, then I was even later because I confused which school was the drop off and went to the wrong one, then I went off in an email about the stupid timesheet thingy that I probably shouln't have gone off on, went off on a person I really didn't want to go off on, drove my car into the driveway and then closed the garage door on it putting a nice fat scratch all the way down the back of it, rocked at some work that I shouldn't even be doing right now... At least I ended the day with a killer freakin' meal. I made the Wheat Berry salad from that one cookbook Jenna recommended with some lemon and grilled garlic shrimp... my best friend and I ate and literally laughed until we were crying so hard The Dog got scared and started barking at us.
I didn't make it to the studio this morning amidst the chaos... but I did break out the mat and do half primary here on the rug. I hadn't practiced on a rug in a long time and I forgot how hard it is to balance in Utthita Hasta Padagustasana on a rug. Surprisingly I felt strong and bendy instead of sluggish and leaden which I expected. Backbending (or shall I say heart opening), however, completely different story, I was lucky to have straight arms.
Today's Rumi:
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives, the touch
of spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.
Breathe into me. Close
the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window
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July 9, 2007
Potholes
I friday night I went and had a beer with my nanny. It is very odd to be out somewhere and be introduced as a chick's nanny. Some guy apparently thought I actually ran a nanny agency.
I went to bed SUPER late Friday night... not sure why... I watched a movie, I read a book, I just did stuff. I went to bed at like 3am. I haven't done that in years.
I woke up and felt like maybe my throat was scratchy.... and then BOOM I was freakin' DOWN for the count. I literally fell asleep on the couch at The House and I slept.... and I slept... and I slept... I slept for more than 24 hours. I have no idea what hit me. By last night I started feeling fairly normal... some bizarre 24 hour thingy....
I was up at 5 but not for fun reasons, I had to catch the train to L.A. Spent two hours on the train then 45 minutes in a cab getting from the train station to my meetings. When I got Home, I found that a full bottle of wine had been knocked over by an errant cookbook, flung over the side of the counter and crushed into pieces from the force of gravity throughout the kitchen. In the process of figuring out what actually happened, I got a nice smallish piece of sharp glass into the bottom of my foot... which took me a half hour to fish out... I couldn't figure out my new Swiffer moppy thingy in order to mop up the spilled red wine, so I had to use the old school method. It was a lovely way to come Home ... oh yea... it was.
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Someone save me a spot tomorrow.. I have to take the kids to school which starts at 9 so I'll be a bit late but I swear I'm gonna make it.
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Leave for Seattle on Saturday... was hoping to make practice at AYS but my meetings start in Redmond at 8:30. Thought I saw a led primary somewhere on Sundays (anyone? Bueller?) though and I should be able to practice Sunday... coffee? Seattle-ites?
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July 6, 2007
What The Heck is For Dinner
That's what I cooked for dinner.... whole wheat couscous, shrimp with lemon juice, slightly browned garlic and some pepper. Lovely!
This after a wierd day emotionally, some interesting work, falling asleep at 3:30 and not waking up til it was too late for Intro To Second... then figuring I'd make Primary, I went and checked on my credit card which I had gotten a fraud call about the other day. Found some wierd charges and, it turns out, someone has been using my card to look at lovely Internet stuff.
So then I spent the next hour or so trying to figure out what the heck was going on and cancelling charges and fixing recurring payment accounts... and, before I was finished, boom past 6pm and past Primary series.
So I ran to the store and got some arugula and made dinner, with some Norah Jones playing, a glass of wine and it was a lovely practice in and of itself.
Today's Rumi:
The soul is a newly skinned hide, bloody
and gross. Work on it with manual discipline,
and the bitter tanning acid of grief.
You'll become lovely and very strong.
If you can't do this work yourself, don't worry.
You don't have to make a decision, one way or another.
The Friend, who knows a lot more than you do,
will bring difficulties and grief and sickness,
as medicine, as happiness, as the moment
when you're beaten, when you Checkmate,
and can finally say with Hallaj's voice,
I trust you to kill me.
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July 5, 2007
Sorta Like The First Day of School
I unfurled my mat this morning with something akin to dread. During the first sun salutation I considered leaving. During the second I made a decision to only do first series. Then I got over my ego and just did the practice. I was weak. I didn't want to jump through, I didn't want to do anything extra but I had a solid, regular practice nonetheless. I even did second (when I looked at the clock and realized I had breezed through full primary in an hour) and was surprised to find that I could get just above mid-foot in Kapotasana on the first try.
During 9am practices I sometimes bring my cell phone. I do this because it is a strange time for practice and I do have a "real job" and sometimes shit happens in that time span. Today I was worried about a client responding to an early morning email so I brought it. About 10:15 I got an email from my tattoo artist saying he had a cancellation at noon and could I come by for the ink I had already paid for. The last minute notice, no planning, spontaenous, YES let's just get it done right now were the ignition. I got confirmation that I could be done in an hour (I had a meeting at 1:30 with a client on-site) and so I whipped through finishing before 11am, quick Shavasana (Okay I wouldn't even call it one but I pretended) and then raced back to Torrey Hills, grabbed a shower some client-presentable clothes and back to Encinitas.
When I got there my artist had drawn out the word trust for me. When I told him last month that was what I wanted, I hadn't specified any particular flavor of the word (ie., cursive, font, etc.) just the word. As I was driving there today I realized I didn't know or really car what flavor I wanted... there were so many reasons that each flavor was perfect. So when I walked in and saw the one he'd drawn, I looked at it for 2 seconds and said "Let's Go!"
Then we talked about placement and he didn't think it would look good where I wanted it.... I told him originally I had wanted it on my inner wrist but was worried about my professional appearance with it on my wrist. In the end, after we talked about it, I decided I was going to get it where I wanted to get it so I did. I can't hide it... and, oh well, if someone doesn't want my kick ass brain because of a wrist tattoo, I don't need them. Trust in myself, trust in the moment, trust in God, trust in instinct, trust in everyone I've surrounded myself closely with, trust that this too is right.
The more I've looked at it tonight, the more amazingly perfect it is. I love it. It's the perfect blend. I have 6 tattoos now.... Each one means something so amazingly perfect right down to the mistake on my back (think about that one for a minute!).
I went straight from the shop, my wrist inflamed and a bit swollen (if you've ever seen the mess of veins on my wrist, you'd know why) and went straight to my most conservative client's office. It burned a bit so I was uber aware of it each time I lifted my hand to talk. Isn't it funny how you just stare at a new tattoo?
(P.S. Nope, it didn't hurt. I was surprised because I was really tripping out on the anticipation of pain especially considering my wrists are tiny and fragile for my body size and really veiny with no extra skin... anyway he put the needle down and I was like, okay, this okay.. breathe in and breathe out. I mean, sure, there were a couple places where I mouthed SH*T but, I totally want to do the other wrist now and it was really no big deal at all! ;>).
The kids and I made Spongebob Macaroni & Cheese. I caved at the regular grocery store and told them they could get it as a treat. Neither one of them liked it which is a good lesson in the value of marketing to kids for them. After dinner we made smoothies together and watch some of Star Wars Episode V. I think I might even get to practice tomorrow and I'm debating doing Intro to Second. I would never normally think about a led class vs. Mysore but I've got nothing to do tomorrow night and, well, why the hell not!?
Today's Rumi (WOW... seriously when I do today's Rumi, I type it and then grab the book and let a page fall open... the last few have been amazingly spot on for me):
Lightning, your presence
from ground to sky.
No one knows what becomes of me,
when you take me so quickly.
I can break off from anyone,
except the presence within.
Anyone can bring gifts.
Give me someone who takes away.
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Lunch Hour Ink
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Hormonal or Just Tired
This morning we got up and ran to the grocery store... bought some blueberries but forgot the syrup... decided to make pancakes with just butter anyway. The Daughter had me fry her some bacon (I snuck a couple pieces).
I put together a big box of wood stuff today. Using a real hammer and screw driver.. it was great fun. The kids played on the computer next to me and, once done, The Husband took The Son to see the new Transformers movie while The Daughter and I went to Ceramicafe to paint some ceramics (I made a spoon rest and a candle holder). We had planned to do our annual Ranch parade but the kids said it was boring and we had no other motivation to go. Once we all reconnected, we had some dinner in the backyard and then I left to go do some more work but did make it out for fireworks on the bluff which we've done every year since The Son was born.
Today's Rumi:
Love is the way messengers
from the mystery tell us things.
Love is the mother. We are her children.
She shines inside us, visible-invisible,
as we lose trust or feel it start to grown again.
I haven't been on the mat in over a week. The practice and what it gives us inside is one of the few things holding me together right now... I have put my yoga clothes on the side of the bed... I have sworn, come hell or highwater, I will see my mat tomorrow.
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July 4, 2007
Mhmmmmm
Today just blew me away. I woke up this morning to the bright sunlight. Somewhere after 5am when the sun first came up. It was my first rise and shine with Surya on this new journey of mine (for which clearly some blinds are in order). The length of self-analysis and the complete wonderment at nearly every moment of my life is flat out mind blowing. I question every move, every thought, every action. What is me?
I decided I need to have a yogi get together here... get the energy into my rooms, into my life.... I haven't been able to practice ... this morning a meeting scheduled overnight (subsequently cancelled at 10am :<), then a mad dash to Trader Joe's to buy food and supplies, a call to IKEA to find the missing #1 box on the bed I bought (which they couldn't find and apparently I was never charged for as a unit), a Rolfing session (much easier than ankles, today we did hips and shoulders), a meeting with massively large law firm and the San Diego County fair with my family for 6 hours (I hate that place).
The kids are fast asleep in their bunk bed after a night at the fair and a big huge ice cream cone filled with sugar. In the morning we are all excited... we are going to run to the grocery store and get some blueberries and whatever else looks good... then we are going to make pancakes. I am so excited. I can't wait to make pancakes.. and just make the pancakes.
For the vagueness, I apologize. Truly, I have debated how much to post publically. To me, it seems really obvious, especially if you've been a long time reader.. and I suppose it depends on what you feel is "drastic." The moves I've made recently in my life are, overwhelmingly, drastic. I am still a hung jury on whether drastic and devastating have anything in common as adjectives. I don't necessarily feel devastated... but I wonder if I'm missing something.
In truth, I feel like a big huge spotlight has been shown on me... I see it... okay... I see it.
On The Radio
What am I to you?
Today's Rumi:
You have said what you are.
I am what I am.
Your actions in my head,
my head here in my hands
with something circling inside.
I have no name
for what circles
so perfectly.
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July 2, 2007
No Words
There are absolutely no words to describe the position I find myself in tonight... I don't think I'm even going to try. I'm walking through such the thing right now that I'm almost too scared to go... I'm almost ready to turn back because it was easier.
I've turned every corner tonight. I've felt fear, loneliness, sadness, surprise, joy, awe, confidence, anger, more fear, lots more fear, unsure, shattered to the core... and all the while this wierd half smile or just slight upturn of the edges of my mouth..
I keep reminding myself... just put one foot in front of the other.. just one.
I haven't practiced in a week.
I need to practice.
We have to be heroes every day in order to do this heroic practice”.
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I opened the Rumi book The Book of Love to find today's Rumi poem.... This is what came out:
Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.
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