here, too, in a place so foreign i hear the Earth speaking.
insulation is a vital part of the athletic life-cycle. the intelligent enduroanimal notices her need for rest, for intentional yin, for retreat into her cavernous internal landscape to ask herself for the millionth time ‘why?’ and to accept only an honest answer. the padded silence of this place is the necessary stillness from whence her performance may spring.
before the dervish begins to twirl again, after she crosses the threshold into the inner sanctum, there is a sacred fermata. in the moment suspended, the ego is finally hushed and all external inputs become just a din. then, and only then, may she fling her skirts and call upon god.
winter is our natural macro-fermata. in it we are bare and become clear to ourselves. from this tenderest of times a fire lit in my heart; warming to no one but my Self. here in the Joshua Treed desert I have gathered considerable personal resources in meditation, languid movement, and by way of sweet baby snuggles. by the time you read this I’ll be deep into a foot prostration in the San Jacinto highlands learning to listen more deeply and appreciate my friend Pain more fully.
in this season of reconfiguration, what parts of your Self have serendipitously joined together where they broke apart from yet other pieces? what movements of the body does your soul crave?
my job as your co-learner is to provide support and structure to the daunting task you have undertaken on your path of spiritual locomotion. thank you for being here and I hope you find inspiration and provocation within.
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