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In the middle of the noise. In the middle of the chaos. In the middle of the blurr.
There is stillness in motion....beauty in solitude....balance in flight.
Silence.
My body releases. My eyes rest. My mind lets go of all that it's holding so tight.
One long slow deep rhythmic breath.
Listen.
Her wings are calling.
* * *
I'll be away from this space for this next week to be with family.
Grateful for everything and all.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Today - the practice is a simple one.
To be.
As I am.
Where I am.
To let go of the grand master plan. To sit in the uncertainty of the not knowing.
To soak in the warmth of the late season sun.
To clear space.
To allow for whatever might come. To seek out the unexpected.
To maintain balance.
To find center.
To connect with the quiet that resides within.
To listen. To see. To taste. To feel.
To be.
Just as I am.
Just where I am.
I asked the teachers why some thing so simple can feel so impossibly hard?
I was offered no answers.
The practice begins in that moment that I want to come out.
I'm reminded that that's my mind talking.
Just breathe.
On another morning - it would have been all about the great blue bird.
About her elegance and balanced grace. About her focus and concentrated patience.
I would have stalked and followed her. I would have gotten down on my knees to capture her.
For years I've hoped to find her perched on this great rock instead of walking the perimeter.
As she does - most always.
And - here she was. On this great rock. Today.
On this morning - it was all about the tree.
The stunning red...and not the blue. The leaves...and not the feathers.
Maybe - it's the brilliant fleeting color of this too-fleeting season?
Or- maybe it's just me. Looking at the same old scene....and choosing to see differently?