Rain continues day and night and since it continues across the country many of you will have more shoveling and snow.
I seem entranced with this year, with writing 1-1-11 and now 1-2-11. I like those two ones standing together. They symbolize solidarity for me. Perhaps this year will be one of cooperation and getting things done.
I have now looked back on last year and enjoyed the reflection. I feel poised on the start of this new year. It is as though I'm standing on the end of a diving board. Though we haven't seen the sun in awhile, my image of guidance is a magnifying glass above a piece of paper. I watch the sunlight bring it to flame.
I love the book The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery. She speaks of "motionless movement". She writes of a Maori man on the field playing rugby with his team.
“A really odd sort of movement, very fluid but above all very focused, I mean very focused within himself. Most people, when they move, well they just move depending on whatever’s around them.”
She goes on, speaking of how we are often moving toward something.
“I don’t really know how to explain it, but when we move, we are in a way de-structured by our movement toward something: we are both here and at the same time not here because we’re already in the process of going somewhere, if you see what I mean. To stop destructuring yourself, you have to stop moving altogether. Either you move and you’re no longer whole, or you’re whole and you can’t move. But that player, when I saw him go across the field, I could tell there was something different about him. I got the impression that he was moving, yes, but by staying in one place.”
“This player’s gestures stayed inside him, stayed focused upon him, and that gave him an unbelievable presence and intensity. And so the haka, which is a warrior chant, gained all its strength from him. What makes the strength of a soldier isn’t the energy he uses trying to intimidate the other guy by sending him a whole lot of signals, it’s the strength he’s able to concentrate within himself, by staying centered. That Maori player was like a tree, a great indestructible oak with deep roots and a powerful radiance – everyone could feel it. And yet you also got the impression that great oak could fly, that it would be quick as the wind, despite, or because of its deep roots.”
Focus and roots that allow me to fly are my intentions for this year.