Molly is always at my side and so its only natural that she's been picking up meditation techniques. She is completely at one with her breath.
December 22, 2015
The retreat recalculated everything. Instead of my usual wrestling match with cloth on my design wall, I mysteriously channeled three cloths as I sang some of the retreat chants aloud. The singing moved Molly out of my studio, through the dog door and into the far reaches of the yard. But it moved that little place between my eyes where creativity lives, too.
My intention was to develop one prayer cloth, where I could see the words to my favorite chant from the retreat. I also wanted to create a gift (since she may be reading, no more details yet). I started by diving like a boxer into a trash can into my basket of miscellaneous component parts. And it all just happened.
The prayer cloth...
And the bonus, as in "make two, get one free."
They all feel like me.
December 21, 2015
Our teachers thankfully broke their silence each evening to share teachings about courage. A word that, in Hebrew, actually translates into two words that mean "heart strength."
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your belonging.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows that I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.