Allowing For What Is...Again
Today I decided to let whatever feelings I had just bubble up to the surface and hang out. It all started with the Adriene's "Release" yoga practice and then flowed into my morning journaling and out into my day. I'm continuing the theme of releasing resistance -- letting go of the emotions that I've been so desperately hanging onto. I met a poet named Gregory Pond today at a potluck to support artists and other creative individuals. I read the poems in his book, appropriately titled "After Moon" just 2 days after the last triple full moon/blood moon/eclipse. Much of his poetry struck a chord with me, including one entitled "boxed in".
i found myself
trapped in a box
too tired
to fold back the flaps
too weak
to break the seal
I felt like this once I thought. When I left the cult of Jehovah's Witnesses. The feelings of that time in my life emerged. One musician at the party started playing an exotic stringed instrument, and singing. One man in starting half singing, half chanting. A woman began striking various singing bowls that were lined up on a table adjacent some tea, a large jar of honey and some chips and a small dish of guacamole. I sat there spilling my guts to the poet with a vintage 1970's songbook in my lap, nursing a teacup and the beginnings of a fever and a bad cold. Yes. It was that kind of party.
