Meditated in the afternoon. When I am thinking too much, the body doesn't align itself with use of the breath. Or is it just that I don't notice it then?
Finding the container of our work, these 99 days, indeed a container.
Offering a shelter, but also a boundary
For striving, for relaxing, for safe harbor
Wondering whether the 5th anniversary 'retreat' about to begin
Will have any impact on this container...and those who find shelter within.
What I framed for myself Maxine, is that this space is distinct. The other will have particular explorations (each lasting about 3 days at a time), and lean into/ prepare for, the quiet sitting times. My writing here has changed as it often does... drifting from the blanket on the shore, but will likely go back to one or two lines of some moment or tone. Sometimes when I read yours and others' notes, they resonate almost as though my own words... as though truly imparting/supporting in some very wide ranging way. edited 23:06, 21 Mar 2013
for change, for flexibility
tasting all the flavors
even fear and anger and
"i told you so you silly thing"
stripped down, dressed up
ridiculous, indulgent, invisible
spicy hot, cold and slimy
I image not taken so seriously
not trying to get it right
not trying to rebell or obey
Offering a shelter, but also a boundary
For striving, for relaxing, for safe harbor
Wondering whether the 5th anniversary 'retreat' about to begin
Will have any impact on this container...and those who find shelter within.
::: A young poet rolls his "r"s
::: Rocky consonants
Grateful that things are ever changing
That I am ever changing