Episode 5: A Rare Descent

Dear Friends-

Merry Christmas! We well know the push-pull rhythm of the holidays that rarely leaves time for what Lindsay calls “the animal urge to pull into ourselves, conserve our resources, rest.”  If you have a few moments, we hope we can join you in a few moments of reflection in Episode 5: A Rare Descent.  We discuss Advent, celebrations, and Sylvia Plath’s poem, “A Black Rook in Rainy Weather,” a poem that invites us to contemplate “rare, random” miracles.

Below please find a blessing for stillness, written by Kim for a winter event. Please feel free to share with those in your life who may be yearning for a bit of silence during a season when we’re all encouraged to continually “get our jingle on,” as Lindsay says!

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As always, there are plenty of meditations to re-read (and blessings for every threshold of life to share with others at our website here.)

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Lindsay and Kim

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Blessing for Winter Stillness

Now on the bank of a still pool,

lift this stone. Weigh it in your palm, 

trace its lines and wonder

at its ancient story.

May you feel in its glacial smoothness 

the stillness that comes 

when a thing knows itself at last,

is at home in your hand,

stone.

Toss stone into still pool,

watch ripples spread 

expanding and thrumming

like voices singing.

As the last waves disappear

may you understand how long 

it can take for stillness to return.

And when conversation between stone and water finally ends,

lower yourself as quietly as you can, 

becoming for a while

another stone along this bank.

Wonder how pool

renders trees and sky.

May you sense the animal

of your body anchoring you to this moment, 

to all that is 

without and within –

mud, water, wind,

bone, blood, breath.

Now as ground grows cold

may you learn to endure, to wait

for the almost imperceptible, 

sound of hoof and paw 

as deer and raccoon approach the opposite shore.

Rain begins and darkness falls.

Before you leave, may you gather up these gifts:

Stone-silence, 

water-calm, 

animal-quiet.

May you wrap their cloak around you.

May you know them as your friends,

inviting you to listen more deeply;

May you go from here in peace.

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