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Stumble to attention in your stride.
Steps and careful footing provoke thoughts,
until practice fades into sentience.
This is hard until it is not,
and worry yields no easier way.
The preferred state rises;
stand there for a moment.
Weightless, she walks.
Born uncomfortably beyond boundaries,
finding betrayal to harden against.
Walking to where love stopped and driving in a flag;
not unlike a surveyor at a property line.
Coddled in her cause.
Happiness is lack of wanting.
A student of her own loosened grip,
finding that which serves her
and dropping her arms and gaze.
The undoing is a light that burns within,
Grateful for every moment and experience.
Each wound, fresh and old,
the pain itself is a miracle of this world.
Weightless she walks, coddled in her cause, she shines.
Originally Posted :
October 8, 2017 by Katie Hilbert of Tuscon Nature Connection
Can we view our lives with the same feelings we find in viewing a beautiful vista?
Clarity, perspective, a sense of awe…
looking back on your past, looking for patterns, taking in the big picture, finding awe in the whole of it, appreciating it as it is, as uniquely yours….
You can draw your landscape of life to reflect and gain insight into how the landscapes you have lived with have informed your existence and who you are.
Rather than solely thinking about these images that come to mind, drawing them uses a different part of the brain and integrates your awareness of them on another level, a deeper level.
Draw whatever images come to mind, don’t filter, let your body draw.
Reposted with permission by author.
A document fresh from the monthly Key Holder Meeting describing the outcome of the incident which occurred at Richmond Hall earlier this month.
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