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In a dark time, the eye begins to see. --t. roethke

Lighten your Load

3/8/2022

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Hi there.   Although I haven't posted a blog for a while,   I wanted to wrap up 2021 with a brief reflection surfing the year-end vibes,  to encourage a pause in your day; to integrate,  to rest, to consider. We generally go at such a breakneck speed, this time of year is excellent to learn from our animal teachers, the bear for one, for much needed hibernation medicine.  Slowing down.  If you allow it.   Give yourself the gift of permission to simply restore thyself this winter passage through solstice and beyond.

​December Musings
​
​I have felt a heaviness all around.​

Beyond the darkness lies an uncertainty and longing.
​There is both my own and those I observe in my work.


Restless limbs reach for comfort in too much emptiness,
Hearts echo hollow with the freedom they dream of ...
‘Yet- "it’s okay", the moon whispers to us through a luminous
tune - shimmering bright on an otherwise dark long night.

It’s really okay, isn't it?

In spiritual practices, it is wise intention setting to create a vibration of
All is well.

All is well.

No matter what dramas and suffering unfold before you, there can be gratitude in the simple act of deep breaths. A reset of your physiology in mere moments. A resourcing of your generous, beating, beautiful heart.

All is well.
All is well most times. Despite it all.​
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Presence yourself in the moment.
Rooting into your bare feet on the creaking floor.  Ground yourself. 

Even by the deathbed, holding a fading hand.
Even by the crib, comforting a distressed infant.
It’s all too much and yet, it’s still okay.

Isn’t it?
All is well.

The chant of mantras wishing into the abundant future of unknowns, scattered like dandelion wisps to take seed. The future, now filled with uncertainties of pandemic designed new realities.

There is no normal anymore.

Yet all is well.
Surely, we have enough, with our feasts and our friendships. How lucky we are. To experience this amazing adventure, to be the ones designing history through this auspicious time of rapid change.

We have our radiant hearts
Our beleaguered hopes
Our phantoms to dance with
Our anger to light on fire for warmth

It’s enough, isn’t it?
​
All is well.

Let your sorrows be.

They tap you on your shoulder for a reason;  Fill your eyes to overflowing because they have no manners, no sense of teatime etiquette-sorrows certainly do not tell the time.   Just as the newborn in distress looks for love and comfort,   so do we all. We all have within us, the ability to self soothe, to love large, forgive generously and comfort ourselves. We, our deepest, most Loyal and long-standing friend we will ever know.  (When we give ourselves permission to love.)

Cherish yourself as a precious offering this season. Even through your doubt. Your grumblings. No need for perfection, take off the mask. You are beautiful and loved there, where your truth shows it’s vulnerability.

All is well.

Here we are together; Gathering our tears, and sorrows, grudges and hurts like a broken string of black pearls for the jeweler,
We wear them so well.

Yet all is well. And always has been. Where do you hide your joys?
Rather string them like popcorn for the tree and light them up!

With My in-breath, I am both grateful and thrilled for this deeply flawed and wonderful life.  My out-breath relieves me of pressures and stress and allows me to let go, to simply be.
To soften. 
With a fully surrendered exhale.

Yes it’s okay.

All is well.
Perhaps there remains a heaviness all around. Like stodgy Christmas pudding a strange bitter taste lingers from 2021.

But yes, it’s okay.

All is well.
 
We will begin again. And we will make it good.

We will release the unsung sorrows, the tense unspoken words and let our soft mammal body unfurl in its longing. Release.

Deep deep sleep calls from the long winter night.

We are tired in our bones. Can you feel it?

Yet all is well.​

Wishing you so much joy and wonder,

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Gail Hays link
8/6/2024 12:45:47 am

Appreciate you bllogging this

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