2012.02.13 _ 56

Prostrations in the morning.

I enjoyed the early poem reading in advance of valentine anniversary, Eliza!
Long morning practice in between in the tidal zone between waking and sleeping, about time.

Somewhere along the line, this project became just another thing that I fail at.

Failing is fast track learning, I think. Success breeds complacency and stuckness. Noticing a kind of stuckness around my clinging to scientific rationality. Need more openness to visions and dreams.

((((((Wol)))))))) I'd say "don't feel that" but I know that sometimes I feel just like too, so I will say "wish you clarity." I am thankful for this project and feel that it has benefitted my 'coming back' to rest each day, so regardless of whether or not you have posted, thank you.

Was very moved today, for Storm to fill the dome with rose petals. I laid down in the middle of them for a while, and cammed out, considering this Play as Being adventure and the amazing characters encountered over the last three years, beautiful friendships ... so many different levels and sorts of relationships, some just through reading in our collective journal. I remembered hugs and tears and ridiculous moments, went back to read PaB Neighborhood Cafe and to listen to Eden's audio. :)

I felt deeply grateful while also taking a deep look into my own ways of hiding and showing. What do I leave out? Why? Where do I switch into mode, get carried away? Do I just like the idea of slowing down? Well, you get the idea. A focus on rest has opened yet again in a way I didn't expect entirely... tender new openness, walking the Windhorse forest within.

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Self-healing path no 9: Completely relaxed, I scan my body and focus on some discomfort I need to alleviate: I visualize the joint, the muscle or the organ ( or the feeling of failure, the rationalizing, the fatigue in my emotional body :) and I start a "dialogue" with my cells, listening to my body telling me what's wrong, letting images, smells, feelings emerge. I then listen to what it is I could do so this discomfort would go away: breathing deeply, taking a nap or writing a poem? And I promise myself I will allow time to do that during the day. #timestamp

Sitting still for half an hour, in the nest of preoccupation.
In the rest of time, riding the rest of occupation.
Starting where it is, not seeking rest elsewhere.

(((hugs to Wol)))