Morning lovely people.
As most of you probably know i write poetry from time to time. I have done all my life; I am a poet.
At the moment I am at a divergence, hinge moment in life. Things have been fallow, like soil lots going on just under the surface.
Two thing have layed long in the earthy bed of my body… they need a name and a little light.
The first is to share my gifts. The second is to tend to my wounds.
‘Sharing my gifts’ and ’tending my wounds’ is a handle, a phrase to help me access some thing hidden amongst my shadows. I know I need to take small steps, and to be sure of them.
Sharing my poetry feels good. They have been my companions, and an internal guide. But with these type of things, I realize writing them is only part of what they are. Reading them is part, reading them again later is yet another party still! But sharing them in an open and complete way feels like another step, it’s not a big wow moment, but it has a certain significance for me.
I have more to share and more to tend, and I see that feed me, and feed those I talk to. I have just joined the local community choir. I’m practicing massage and shiatsu and I am have conversations with people.
An invitation…
I’d like to share my story and hear yours. I have been unpacking lots of stuff around the practice/Zendo. That is part of our story. Some of you I’ve had conversations with and we have been looking into these days together. I just want to say I am available and that is all. Let’s go for a walk sometime.
With a light and gentle heart. With love and peace, with safety and respect.
Your Sanga Brother.
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