God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
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