I took a walk on Christmas Day. Sky of white and blue. When
the sun shone between the clouds the snow sparkled beautifully. I got past the
barns and the expanse of field stretched out toward the horizon. All that open
space gives me peace inside. Farm girl self loves the feeling of open space.
I missed a recent spiral service, and I regretted that as I
walked. But my life doesn't lend itself to evening engagements right now!
I realized I could position myself as missing out, or I
could position myself as someone with choice. If I had choice, liked walking
spiral meditations, and was standing in a field of snow, what choices could I
create?
I began to make my own spiral in the snow, and it was so
satisfying to feel it take shape, and to feel how its shape in turned shaped my
walking.
I focused on shaping it. I went in to the middle, got a bit
dizzy as I turned around, and stepped back out with my feet close together. I
went in again, and wondered if I should focus on a question as I walked.
Instead I said, "I open myself to what arises."
I walked in and out many times. What arose is this: they way
out is the same as the way in, but opposite. Things I'd like to be different in
key relationships got this way through small daily steps, and the way I can
choose to transform my dance moves in those patterns is also through small
daily steps that are consistent in new ways.
I made the spiral as I walked, and the spiral shaped my
walk.
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