How surely gravity’s law, strong as an ocean current, takes hold of the smallest thing and pulls it toward the heart of the world. Each thing—- each stone, blossom, child—- is held in place. Only we, in our arrogance, push out beyond what we each belong to for some empty freedom. If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own making and struggle, lonely and confused. So like children, we begin again to learn from the things, because they are in God’s heart; they have never left him. This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.” by Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
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.
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