It’s a new moon, a good time to start the blog with a new face… minimum like the moon.

I just finished a Year-long Enneagram Certification Program. I feel ripe after a long season of learning. Our class committed to a daily practice of conscious breathing to deepen attention to three areas: body, heart and head. It’s astonishing how much attention goes to anything but, yet this is the instrument of my knowing, the way I interface with the world and all that comes across my path. I deepened in this intention and attention, listening to my body speak in its own inner voice and letting the world speak back. The quality of presence broadens and deepens too. 

I’d like to begin this new season with a poem by David Whyte.

Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.