Message from the Wind
A brand new poem
Message from the Wind On this autumn afternoon, after hours of trying to flee the moment, hours of scouring the sky for some sliver of truth—I lay myself down beneath the cathedral of oaks and watch one leaf at a time let go float twirl land right here beside my open hand. And then the wind whispers these words: Peace cannot find you if you are not here. Peace cannot find you if you are not here. And here it is, truth that finds me when I stop the swirl— when I let go. When I land. When I let myself be found. 10/21/24
Perhaps connected. I am relearning the practice of pausing for three slow deep full breaths. I have a spiritual practice involving prayer-beads, and one recent day, I was "auctioneering" the prayer, at breakneck speed, to get it over with. But I stopped. And took a breath. And then another. And salvaged my prayer, by being present to it, fully, attentive and lingering. Thank you as always for your light.
This poem spoke the words of my heart today. I am gong to have major surgery in a few weeks and I realized today that I am trying to live in the future, after the surgery, instead of being right here, right now! Thank you, Julia, for the gift of this poem.