How we resource
The world feels like it’s falling apart; the fires in Australia, the incredibly tense situation with Iran, the incompetence of our political leaders. I want to help, to be a source for good in this crazy world, but right now I feel depleted and so I need to get myself resourced. Sundays are for resourcing. Dancing brings me back to myself, to spirit. Connection (on the dance floor) and conversation (at brunch) soften me. These activities touch my heart and open my mind. Sharing poetry and writing to you feeds my soul. It’s so easy to allow ourselves to be continually distracted. I wonder what brings you a sense of peace and ease, what practices do you have that help you feel refreshed and rejuvenated, able to meet the day again? How do you get resourced? Dancing? Being in nature? Listening to podcasts? (😊) Today I listened to another fabulous Tim Ferriss podcast, which is definitely a type of “resourcing” for me. The guests are often incredibly inspiring. Tim interviewed Seth Godin (interview was from this past summer). Seth’s whole reason for being is to teach people that they’re more powerful than they think they are. And he means the type of power that inspires us to help one another make a better world. Isn’t that wonderful? What if we’re much, much, much more powerful than we give ourselves credit for? What if we can indeed heal the suffering in this world and bring about a more gentle, respectful, and harmonious way of being? For everyone. All beings. Everywhere. Tiny steps. That process begins, for me, on the dance floor.
It thrills me to tell you that our very capable and beloved Jennifer Burner will be creating the soundscape for us and dropping her pearls of wisdom in our collective pond tomorrow morning in Sausalito.
Here’s a wonderful poem for you that’s all about water, the strength and softness of water. . . . . .we are like water.
The Fountain by Denise Levertov
Don’t say, don’t say there is no water to solace the dryness at our hearts. I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall and you drinking there. And I too before your eyes
found footholds and climbed to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes, frowned as she watched — but not because she grudged the water,
only because she was waiting to see we drank our fill and were refreshed.
Don’t say, don’t say there is no water. That fountain is there among its scalloped green and gray stones,
it is still there and always there with its quiet song and strange power to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.
May we each find our quiet song within and may that mysteriously strange power spring up in us so that we can work together to save this beautiful, troubled world.
I wish you love, happiness, health, and ease of being in 2020.
I wish for rain for Australia.
I wish for peace in the Middle East.
I wish for political leaders with integrity, intelligence, and a commitment to do what is right and just and true.
Sending love & squishy hugs,