This week I am doing the first stage of a long training in Biodynamic Craniosacral work. My course is called Stillness Trainings. I have been practising this way for just over three years, but now I am meeting others, and joining them in a slow and deep learning experience. More about that later, for now I want to share a poem that I have heard twice already this year … surely that is significant!
The Journey by David Whyte
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky
Sometimes everything
has to be inscribed across
the heavens
So you can find
the one line already
written inside you
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
Small, bright
indescribable wedge of freedom
in your own heart
Sometimes with
the bones of the black sticks
left when the fire has gone out
Someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving – you are arriving.
Dont you love those words: small, bright, indescribable wedge of freedom!!!
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