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Thursday, May 23, 2013
There was something luxurious, delicious even, about the lingering finger waves pulled through the river by a passing barge, viewing the day’s last rays of sun pouring over the mountain, illuminating new leaves, knowing in moments everything will have changed again. So I lingered perhaps a bit too long, causing me to be a few moments late for a teaching that evening. Words were missed, yes. Still sometimes lessons felt are well worth the embarrassment of being the last person to sit in the hall, and who’s to say which would have opened my heart more, been of deeper benefit to others as I teach now and in the future? And I’m aware too that my desire to stay may have caused unintentional harm, hurt, annoyance, disturbance due to my tardy arrival. For this I am most certainly sorry.
The above photos overlooking the Hudson were taken from a cliff at Garrison Institute, two evenings before the end of our retreat, several weeks ago now. I have many photos to share from that beautiful place, space, time. I suppose the honeyed residue of silence, meditation, nature, prayer, wise, compassionate teachings and treasured companionship will ooze forth on this blog and through the pores of my life in predictable and unpredictable ways for quite awhile, perhaps a lifetime. And this is indeed a blessing.
Two mornings later, much had changed in the wake of tender goodbyes...
hearts hung heavy ripe
joy and grief balanced on this
thin stem life support
I go in and out of "lingering" with precious memories in the midst of home life with much to do and be engaged in. Minds do that, and it is neither a bad thing nor good, just the nature of mind. Whether a pleasant memory or one that is painful, we humans look for something to moor ourselves to. And while this most certainly could become a source of suffering, if clinging, longing or aversion inhabited all of our energy and attention, memory can also serve to strengthen, heighten our presence in the moment at hand when we allow the “aha” of noticing how our current experience, body, heart, mind, even our spirit-sense, while the dream/thought arises to be a pivot point, waking us up again to just this breath, this laundry, this sip of water, this person sitting beside me, this slant of sun beaming across the floor, or this buttery flower at my feet.
This Friday will be the last live session of The Healing Womb for the season. Podcasts will be available through the summer. The plan is to resume the live meditation tele-circles mid September.
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