…this is the moment you want to remember, and it’s not about peace or stillness but what it is to be awake enough to recognize that the body leaning into the chair knows the chair, knows wildflowers, knows the heat that leads to water, knows the stretch of neck to widen the space for nourishment and the invitation to not have to say a word about it all and that a song is being sung just for you and that you are being called to listen.
– Maya Stein, “What it is to be Awake Enough”
What a perfect passage to read on this, a morning, where I’m feeling particularly run down. xo
Yes, we must each find our Walden Pond, our experience of fire in the forest, the song of Self humming in the reeds and in every mote of dust and every jangling photon.