When we try to “do it all” we grow more, so that we can do more. I’ve spent most of my life outside of my comfort zone. I write publicly, I published a personal book of poetry, which is still available for purchase here. You can buy it, read it, and add your own review. I’ve studied anthropology to learn about different cultures, so that I could make sense of peace and how and why sometimes it doesn’t happen. I’ve traveled to places where I didn’t feel comfortable. I’ve moved a lot, and sometimes into situations that didn’t feel comfortable. I’ve somehow managed to survive discomfort.
Here’s what’s what:
I’m not going to let go of my blog, because I can’t reciprocate by visiting all of your blogs, and showing my interest (even though I am interested!); but in the spirit of the season, I’ve had some sniffles and some aches, and I’m letting go of all of that which does not serve me. I’ve had to miss class for the first time. So, what is happening, is that I’m graduating into a more realistic version of myself – here’s what I can do, and let it be for me, what I can do for me. Because without ‘me,’ I am no good for anybody.
That said, I titled my picture below: “Shells are for Growing In”
I earned my shell, as much as my wings.
Using bibliomancy, I opened up 2 days ago, to this particularly apt passage from my favorite Rumi book, gifted to me from an old friend who “left my current reality” years ago, when he became a Buddhist monk. My friend and I shared a close friendship, and right when he was at the gateway to his “new life,” he turned back to me and said to me in a letter, “Thank you for encouraging me to follow my heart.” Greg L. Those words were the magic words that let me know: I had been doing a good job.
Happy Virgo New Moon- and now for RUMI, before I run off to do many more things, some things just unjoyful busywork, for now:
Dear Readers, collectively, thank you for encouraging me to follow my heart.
Without further ado, words from the ever popular and magnificent Rumi:
THE NEW MOON
A human being being human, out of breath,
burns the strangers to ash,
and breathes deeper.
Completely gone, the new moon
is able then to become the new moon.
Autumn anger turns wistful in early spring.
Language-headaches smoothe their brows.
Let the military hero fight barehanded
with lions and elephants.
When you drift up, remember: Fold in on yourself
as clouds do to open downward
their water bags of rain.