Ah it’s been busy. I have a little old crone belief that it somehow all has to do with the world spinning madly towards the Mayan 2012. Crazy of me – I’m sure – but I don’t care really.
I’ve been doing a lot of yoga -& thank god for that, because I’m learning more about sitting in the uncomfortable places of life.
Today I had one of my dearest and oldest friends tell me that she’s going to walk a bit away from a community we’re apart of. I’m finding I’m able to feel all the ways I feel without need to argue or pull her back.
And I have joyful things to look towards and work on too. For a moment I felt less joyful for my near future. I feel the gravity of a sister lost inside the arms of the common group we belong to.
And yet, I can hold my grief for her leaving in the same heart I hold my joy for the communal dance. How refreshingly strange and poignant life is.
To open further instead of confining, to sink into the duality of love and sorrow. Communing with the wax and wane.
I hope to meet her again on the path towards a home. I hope she finds home wherever she’s headed.
Oh man – f/w11 – you really are an azimuth.