November 12th, 2009

alan - morning glory center

Morning -

The decks are wet, softened.  Perhaps, I, too, am finally beginning to relax, to soften.

Joan reminded me how the psoas muscle tightens with stress, which having one's car take a direct hit, certainly is.  I've been paying attention there, trying to stretch both up and down, like a tree.  I have a whole book devoted to the psoas which I will peruse today, as I know how deeply within those muscles go and how important it is they are soft and ready for the next reason to act. 

Yesterday I was trying to make a decision about something, and this morning this quote arrived in my email box.   It is my guidance on acceptance for the day.

To be in harmony with the oneness of things is to be without anxiety about imperfection.

- Zen Master Dogen  

From The Psoas Book by Liz Koch:

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

      -  John Muir

Liz Koch:  "The psoas represents the deepest, instinctual qualities of energy in the human being.  It is from the area of the psoas that wise women and wise men ground themselves. With an integrated, well-functioning psoas comes a quiet, safe haven to move from and be within.  The image that appears for me is a tribal image; a wise bushman, who's instinctual self has transcended survival skills to the "Fine Art of Being" on Mother Earth.  From this deeply grounded, stable place we allow the heart and mind to soar. Only when the psoas is free to move, can the energy of the body flow smoothly, the emotions balance, and our thoughts be integrated."

Now, that may sound a bit "airy-fairy" to you, but if your back hurts, or you are feeling anxious or discombobulated, check your psoas.  The answer may be clenched right there.

ashes and snow - wings

The path to peace -

The Real Work


It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,


and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.


The mind that is not baffled is not employed.


The impeded stream is the one that sings.



~ Wendell Berry ~


(Collected Poems)