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Wintergems

January, as a liminal month of nothingness, is a time for deep rest. Many creatures in the animal world are in hibernation right now, and that’s where we need to be both psychically and physically. We often keep saying yes as a way to ward off the nothingness of this time, as we don’t know that we can handle the difficult feelings that may arise when we slow down into silence. Loneliness, vulnerability, and sadness may appear at your doorstep; invite them in. In saying no to the outside world, you will be saying yes to your inner world. ~ Sheryl Paul

 

 

Make peace with your lack of knowing…

and trust that place fiercely – Bill Plotkin

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Soul don’t know deadlines
So called late bloomers get a bad rap.
Sometimes the people with the greatest potential take the longest to find their path
Because their sensitivity is a double edged sword –it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it makes them more susceptible to lifes pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing out purpose in late.
The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines…

So many people I encounter beat themselves up because they haven’t achieved “enough” by a certain age. And yet I know so many who achieved so much in the outer world, but have spent so little time communing with their souls, contemplating the deeper mysteries of life. Perhaps the real question is- am I walking the path that is truly my own, no matter how it looks to others? The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines…

~ Jeff Brown

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There is unique and unusual personal power available during times of major life transition.

Typically, in our society, we feel weak, empty, and vulnerable when confronted by change.

But ritual can help us draw apon the power inherent in being neither here nor there, neither this nor that, dead to the old life and not yet born to the new.

 Times of transition are, in fact, the best opportunities to renew the search for meaning.

As our old stories fall away, we begin to see new possibilities.

When most empty, we’re most able to be filled anew.

Our eyes open wide to the vastness of life’s horizon.

Then, our world having become as spare and clear as the open desert,

we can, at long last, behold that one feathered gift

settling down softly before us.   – Bill Plotkin, from ‘Soulcraft’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is the universal statement of a star,

The message orion

Has carried

In winter

Through the ages

 

It is the dark

Which illuminates      –  Lyn Dalebout

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You, darkness, of whom I am born –

I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest.

But the dark embraces everything:
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations – just as they are.

It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night. ~Rilke~

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“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart

and try to love the questions themselves.

Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is to live everything. Live your questions.” ~ Rilke

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The death lodge is a symbolic and/or literal place, separate from the ongoing life of the community,

to which the wanderer (an apprentice to the unknown) retires to say goodbye to what her life has been.

In the death lodge, she will say goodbye to her accustomed ways of loving and hating,

to the places that have felt most like home,

to the social roles that gave her pleasure and self-definition,

to the organizations and institutions that both shaped and limited her growth.

In her death lodge, the wanderer also mourns.

Not only does she cease to push painful memories away,

she invites them into her lodge and looks them in the eye.

She grieves in order to let her heart fully open again.

She knows at the bottom of those grief waters lies a treasure – the source of her greater life.

David Whyte writes,

Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief

turning downward through its black water to the place we cannot breathe

will never know the source from which we drink

the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering

the small round coins

thrown by those who wished for something else.  – from Soulcraft, by Bill Plotkin – page 105/6

The Winter of Listening

No one but me by the fire,

my hands burning

red in the palms while

the night wind carries

everything away outside.

 

All this petty worry

while the great cloak

of the sky grows dark

and intense

round every living thing.

 

What is precious

inside us does not

care to be known

by the mind

in ways that diminish

its presence.

 

What we strive for

in perfection

is not what turns us

into the lit angel

we desire,

 

what disturbs

and then nourishes

has everything

we need.

 

What we hate

in ourselves

is what we cannot know

in ourselves but

what is true to the pattern

does not need

to be explained.

 

Inside everyone

is a great shout of joy

waiting to be born.

 

Even with the summer

so far off

I feel it grown in me

now and ready

to arrive in the world.

 

All those years

listening to those

who had

nothing to say.

 

All those years

forgetting

how everything

has its own voice

to make

itself heard.

 

All those years

forgetting

how easily

you can belong

to everything

simply by listening.

 

And the slow

difficulty

of remembering

how everything

is born from

an opposite

and miraculous

otherness.

 

Silence and winter

has led me to that

otherness.

 

So let this winter

of listening

be enough

for the new life

I must call my own ~ David Whyte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is Mostly Quiet
Believe me, you don’t have to know.
Not so much that you render yourself helpless.
Helpless in the face of what Life brings next.
So make peace with knowing very little.
About Love.
About Others.
About how life should be.
Make amends with how things are.
Not knowing a thing,
walk with gentle knees,
ready to drop them at any moment
that Life dictates.
Keep an empty hand
so that it can be brought to your heart
when a grief arrives.
Make up a bed that you can fall into
as your own comforting arms.

We come to find that Life is mostly quiet –
it asks us to live by our Knowing,
while surrendering that very same thing.
It vibrates easily around us,
candid and benevolent.
You see, it’s only when we root ourselves
solid in some Knowing again
that Life seems to have to shout –
rises,
lovingly,
from Its whisper. ~Em Claire

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In the pursuit of knowledge,
every day something is added.
In the practice of the Tao,
every day something is dropped.
Less and less do you need to force things,
until finally you arrive at non-action.
When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone.

True mastery can be gained
by letting things go their own way.
It can’t be gained by interfering.

~ Tao te Ching v.48 (translation by Stephen Mitchell)

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WINTER APPLE

Let the apple ripen
on the branch
beyond your need
to take it down.

Let the coolness
of autumn
and the breathing,
blowing wind
test its adherence
to endurance,
let the others fall.

Wait longer
than you would,
go against yourself,
find the pale nobility
of quiet that ripening
demands;
watch with patience
as the silhouette emerges
and the leaves fall;
see it become
a solitary roundness
against a greying sky,
let winter come
and the first
frost threaten,
and then wake
one morning
to see the breath
of winter
has haloed
its redness
with light.

So that a full
two months
after you
should have
taken the apple
down
you hold it in
your closed hand
at last and bite
into the cool
sweetness
spread evenly
through every
single atom
of a pale
and yielding
structure.

So that you taste
on that cold,
grey day,
not only
the after reward
of a patience
remembered,
not only
the summer
sunlight
of a postponed
perfection,

but the sweet
inward stillness
of the wait itself.

WINTER APPLE
From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte
©2012 David Whyte

 

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