I am both excited and nervous about this 30-day project I created for myself on. an. impulse. *
Note that I did not say I am surprised. *sigh*
After living with myself this long I have given up trying to rein in my spontaneous nature. Sometimes the impulse results in a painful faceplant, more often it simply eats up time in my schedule that I had previously been thinking would allow me some down time-- but once in a while -- a rare while-- the frog surfaces from the bottom of the well and offers me the golden ball I had lost.
(of course, as we all know, accepting the help of the frog takes me down a whole nother path of bumps and twists and revelations but ultimately lands me on sacred ground so, for me, the golden ball is a good thing).
Actually, everything is a good thing.
That's kind of where I am right now.
Put this song on your ipod if you want to hear what I am listening to as I type to you.
This morning -- this first day of September -- I am writing to you from Seven Oaks retreat center in Madison VA. As you know, I am here with 30 other women for a week long retreat called Into the Mystic.
This place has utterly and completely rocked my world. It is sacred ground. The energies here are so sweet, so clear, so nurturing, so healing--- I have a thousand and one moments to share with you when we next hang out in 3D, but for now let me tell you of the river.
Mindy, I have never lay back in the heart of a river and let her flow over me.
Until this week.
I have never had the softness of an inner tube under my limbs to allow me to float and gently turn as I float down the river. A body of water so clear every stone and leaf on the bottom can be observed from above.
Shallow and wide -- she is pure ease, joy and nurturance. I have never been held by the river goddess. But that is precisely how I began my day on Sunday -- my heart tipped to the blue sky that was empty of clouds, the sun powerfully present and creating the most delicious contrast to the cool, cool water.
Whatever I just wrote above cannot even being to describe the transformation I experienced in the river -- dipping my head back again and again -- the soft currents rolling over me-- until I ended in a small circle of inner tubes with 3 other women also drifting on the surface of this magical being.
And we talked. Shared stories.
When I clambered back up the steps to the soft ground to follow the path back to my cottage, I had no idea what time or even what day it was. I was as deeply in the present moment as I have ever been.
This whole week has been extraordinary. To say I have been drenched in light doesn't even begin to capture it.
Words are not for this.
And yet, when I came to dinner that night-- that Sunday night that feels like a lifetime ago now -- walking across the soft grass of the meadow that is the great, open space all the buildings encircle -- I was met by a woman who had been with me on the river.
She handed me a poem that had poured out of her in response to our time there.
How's that for spontaneity? Inspiration? Stepping into flow?
Again, words are not for this.
And yet, I will share with you Anne-Marie's poem, written 8.28.16.
Honor the Sabbath
Take yourself to the River
And baptize your soul
Tubing on River
Laughing with sweet sister friend
My heart opens wide
Sun soft on my skin
The voices of rock sky tree
speaking to my heart
The heart of water
loves to flow. Listen as she
sings your spirit home.
more tomorrow . .
*For anyone joining this adventure -- earlier this week I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :)