undercurrents
what if when you were born you were given a long checklist of everything that would happen to you over your lifetime? every heartbreak, scraped knee, hangover, unexpected loss, but also every love, great cup of coffee, bright pink sunset. could you still do it? what would your list look like?
i was thinking about this the other night as i thought of how tough the past couple of months have been. i'm always amazed at a human being's resilence. "keep your gloves up." that's what i'm getting good at. the duck and cut. but i don't want to have my gloves up anymore. i want to take life as it comes, as it ebbs and flows. i've been told this is something that i'm not good at but i am doing the best that i can.
the other night in yoga i began to try and empty myself of thought, emotion, the ticking clock. i thought of my body as a sort of cavern - something that i would decorate on the inside and make the rooms spacious and soothing to reside in. that's all we really want, isn't it? to sit in ourselves and breathe?
"there is no story. it's just people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. in short, the greatest story ever told."
waking life
i was thinking about this the other night as i thought of how tough the past couple of months have been. i'm always amazed at a human being's resilence. "keep your gloves up." that's what i'm getting good at. the duck and cut. but i don't want to have my gloves up anymore. i want to take life as it comes, as it ebbs and flows. i've been told this is something that i'm not good at but i am doing the best that i can.
the other night in yoga i began to try and empty myself of thought, emotion, the ticking clock. i thought of my body as a sort of cavern - something that i would decorate on the inside and make the rooms spacious and soothing to reside in. that's all we really want, isn't it? to sit in ourselves and breathe?
"there is no story. it's just people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. in short, the greatest story ever told."
waking life
5 comments:
our lives would be so incredibly peaceful that way.
keep breathing mary elizabeth, and keep writing. i like you blogg.
i've taken many blows over the past few years. some knocked me down, stung me like needle, cut me wide open and teared up my eyes. but everytime i stand up again, shake the doubt from my head about being so vulnerable and open, i find myself standing upon all those moments, like being perched upon this glorious flower pocked hill...and i can only smile.
everyday i rise a little more and all the cold days of my past sink away as the warmth of these new days rest upon my shoulders.
we will make...you will make it.
boy do i hear that one. it seems like life has been in such a state of flux over the last five months that even those things that are routine and fixed seem likely to change at any moment. i wish we'd gotten to talk more over christmas, or ever, for that matter. depite what you may have been told, only you know who you are and what you are capable of. and sometimes, we don't even know what we're capable of until we are called to do it. so keep at it marybeth, because someday you will find that the strength was there all along, and when you do, i'll be there to give you a standing ovation and buy you a beer while we go bowling.
marybeth
somehow it seems like last year shattered a lot of us. but i know your heart and i know you'll pick up every single piece of it and put it back into its rightful place.
the best days in life are when we do realize the ebb and flow and can rock with it. you'll make it there. just knowing that you want to puts you ahead of pace.
love you.
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