DAILY This time of year takes us into the dark, our inner core of sustenance, which does not have to be mysterious, but when given half a chance-is. As explored in last week’s Breath, we are in that straddling time of endings and beginnings, of work and celebration, of fall into winter, of questioning past results in order to produce a better new year. To survive 2012, we’d best learn to go into the mystery in order to grow mastery. We have become a fast facebook nation of tweeters who disgorge and cannot dis-engage. We are plugged in from every pore recycling other’s ideas, and appeasing our friends by liking them. Our appetite for the mundane is voracious, leaving little room for the numinous. Like anything that is not black and white, going into mystery takes time. It is a practice of silent intention and repetition. It is a sacred, solo practice away from errands, kids, work, friends, chores- and yet it must hold all that and more. We do not live in a cave on a mountaintop. Whatever mystery is, whatever the numinous holds, and however we go there, it is not achieved by the instantaneous. How do we master what is unknown? How do we make space for the grey areas, the non-defined, and non-denominational? I fear the growth of my own trigger-happy habits, of fitting in too many things, making over-quick decisions based on too little information. I fear for my creativity that has to produce something, anything in order to be heard, to be seen, never mind to be ‘excellent.’ I wonder who’s really listening to all these bodies so insistent to be heard and seen. Perhaps Daily Breath shall take a vacation-a great exhale of surrendering in order to beckon what is numinous, and more compelling…. Read more »
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