|Cabin in the Woods|
I never thought for a moment that the world would end but I'm glad we are alive. More than that I can't say. I stutter in the presence of extreme opinions and look for a place to hide. Especially when there is spit involved.
I'm still looking for that one skill to polish and keep. Or maybe a few skills that will carry me through. I think one is writing. Started working on Get Lost again although I don't even like to admit it. I know the thing to do is move on to something else but I can't seem to let it go. I want to polish it.
And art. Maybe color in particular because I think I am good at juxtaposition. I'm attracted to the beauty of simplicity. I have a yearning to paint and I hope that I will have the patience to allow that to happen. Things are selling in my etsy shop so I have a renewed hope for the Lost Art of Letter Writing.
And yoga. Although I feel that yoga is something I do and explore and any exploration that benefits me and that I can be coherent about is worth sharing. It's more like come and do this with me and see how cool it feels and how it affects your being, your spirit, your life. I work at a donation based studio. I believe it's the right place for me to be although I must admit my attitude toward donations is a work in progress. Teaching yoga is really an organic thing. Maybe it all is.
This is the poem I read last night at a Winter Solstice Yoga class, from Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks):
Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
A white flower grows in the quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.
Happy Winter! I hope the New Year is pleasant and healthy for all of you.
PS I read that the word "translate" originally meant to transport a saint's relics from one place to another.