Rest and Digest

Drop the weight of the world
Be your own pearl
Not every moment must be filled
Not every secret must be spilled

Allow yourself some joy
Don’t let yourself be destroyed
Allow yourself some rest
Some space to digest

Not everything is a test
Don’t judge yourself as a mess
We all have work to do
To find our essence and truth

Do what you have to do
To allow grace to be in view
Count to ten to keep your zen
Say less and let things happen

Let go of control
Make space for your soul

Quote from Gleason documentary; It left me in an absolute puddle.
“You are awesome. But the world can grind on you. Do not become obsessive to the point where you are unhappy. Let your best stand for what it is. If it’s not sufficient, that’s ok. You did your best; move on.”

I spent the last two weekends at Swan River Yoga for Restorative Yoga Teacher Training.  It seemed like a good time to add this practice to my yoga life, and a branch of yoga that more people can get into.  I didn’t realize how much I also needed it.  The idea is to let the body ‘rest and digest’, bringing a deliberate pause to the schedule, to consciously and mindfully breathe and restore the body (and mind).  It’s incredibly nourishing for the nervous system (which can become quite taxed in this fast-paced, modern life).

I have a tendency to fill my schedule down to the minutes, with little breathing space.  My incredible husband reminds me and encourages me to slow down…easier said than done.

But this yoga practice will be a tool I can access for more conscious rest.  The world can wait, and we can all take a deep breath.

I wrote this poem at the end of that training weekend.

As we move into autumn and the days begin to shorten, nature naturally asks us to slow down.  I invite you to consciously create space, and allow yourself that time, even if it’s 5 minutes, to stop, breathe, and be.

heart rock

 

Breathe

 

Although I wrote this poem in August, it feels appropriate for this week, this season…hang tough, let go, breathe and be kind, to yourself and to others.  Let us walk with grace and courage into this new chapter, and in community as humans, not enemies.

8/15/16 –

How things creep in over time and form a line
Pieces once pure now looking for a cure
Notice the way the dark endures
How resistance holds up against persistence
How constant exposure can lead to a rupture
How the search for contentment can lead to resentment
What takes up residence and pretends as permanent

Looking for closure in this part of the overture
Is there a point in building up to the breaking point?
Is there a part that’s essential in falling apart?

How deep are the wounds?
How dark are the tombs?
How dense are the rooms?

I’ve always been right here
Waiting for the sign to clear
Hoping a word I hear
Will remove every fear

In looking to be complete
I mistakenly compete
And then stumble on my own feet
Overheated in the street

I used to be exclusive and unique
And was always on a winning streak
Maybe I hit the peak
Maybe I let myself go weak
Or maybe it’s just a day in a week

Constantly eliminating can be so delineating
In the land of extremes I rarely know what I mean

Back when I was new and didn’t know what I knew
I want to get back to that place
Where I take care of my face
And mindful of my space
And live with more grace

Where there’s nothing I need
And I’m not always bleeding
Where I’m complete in my breathing

 

And to close…I share with you a few quotes from Anais Nin, from her journal circa 1940…

quotes – Anais Nin diary 1939-1944

“To say that the artist is not serving humanity is monstrous.  He has been the eyes, ears, voice of humanity; the transcendentalist who x-rayed our true states of being.”

“Man is forbidden to concern himself with anything but the struggle for bread.  If his capacity for dreaming, imagining, inventing, and experimenting is killed in the process, man will become a well-fed robot and die of spiritual malnutrition.  The dream has its function and man cannot live without it.”

“When I see the enormity of the machines in factories, I am not impressed.  It is material.  The human adventure, human receptivity, has to find a way to make one feel power, force, but not by mathematics.  I am not angry, but I seek desperately for the sensitive and human America.  But I feel anger and violence in the air.”