January 21st, 2007

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Good Morning!!

It is another beautiful day.  Yesterday I saw deep pink blossoms of Quince.  What a thrill.  I am involved in a weekend workshop of sensory awareness so am again off early this morning.   We practiced yesterday with how we deal with discomfort.   In yesterday's moment, I melted around it.  It was amazing to feel the give in my spine and the release in my diaphragm so that was my experience and it was quite fine.

May today be another step on the path toward enlightenment for each of us.

The birds are singing.   Hooray!!
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What a day -

The acacias are blooming and the lovely, pungent smell and yellow dust is in the air.  I love these first spring whiffs.  It is hard to believe on a day like today that winter will return and we know it will.

I signed up for the sensory awareness study group as a way to again find the presence I felt while going through chemo.  I feel I "achieved" that.  My diaphragm is swinging freely and my breath is at ease.

I had an unexpected result today.  My scar has occasionally reminded me of Harry Potter's scar in that it is like a warning system of distress.  Today someone handed me a rock and pressed it slightly against my breast.   It hurt there, so I moved the rock to my hand, and, then, I felt an energetic pulse go through the scar and down my arm into the rock in my hand.    It was like a lightning bolt.   Peter Levine works with how energy can be bound up when there is a trauma.  It can release like a spring when we are given a chance to relax.  I think that happened today with my scar.  I am hoping this means the healing will be a little quicker now, or not.  Whatever is, is okay with me.   Today, I felt enoughness.  I am exhaling fully.  I am content.

I watched the sun set and Steve fixed a lovely dinner.  It is a day of discovery and comfort for me.
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A day to blossom and bloom -

A Blessing
James Wright

Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

--From Above the River
©Farrar, Straus, Giroux, and The University Press of
New England

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The moon -

The moon is a treasure in the sky.

Here is Rumi.

The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.