Sometimes
if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests, conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere. Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and to stop what you are becoming while you do it, questions that can make or unmake a life, questions that have patiently waited for you, questions that have no right to go away. ... From ‘Everything Is Waiting for You’ and ‘River Flow: New and Selected Poems’ by David Whyte "Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go...The things we want are transformative, and we don’t know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation. Love, wisdom, grace, inspiration — how do you go about finding these things that are in some ways about extending the boundaries of the self into unknown territory, about becoming someone else?...How do you calculate upon the unforeseen? It seems to be an art of recognizing the role of the unforeseen, of keeping your balance amid surprises, of collaborating with chance, of recognizing that there are some essential mysteries in the world and thereby a limit to calculation, to plan, to control. To calculate on the unforeseen is perhaps exactly the paradoxical operation that life most requires of us...To lose yourself: a voluptuous surrender, lost in your arms, lost to the world, utterly immersed in what is present so that its surroundings fade away. In Benjamin’s terms, to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses oneself, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender, a psychic state achievable through geography. That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost."
Well it's hard.
It's not easy to walk and talk. A dear friend of mine would often say to me..."Work your Words of Wisdom." Keep at it and Keep working on it. To Walk your Words of Wisdom actually requires a lot of patience, gratitude and non-judgement. Every-Single-Day. A life long practice. These words we say out loud carry many vibrations. They are like words with wings on them lifting us up or down. So why not try to pay attention to the words we are saying to ourselves and to each other. It's worth a try. A dear friend of mine taught me the practice of the art of listening. You know...really listening to those real awkward silences when they actually show up. And then holding that silent space... It's real work. It's really hard! To not ever say anything and just look into the person's beautiful eyes and listen to the warmth and cold that collide within the silence. But it's worth a try. I started to learn how to deeply listen. And now...that dear friend of mine is gone. Moving on and transitioning to the other realm of the other side. Now I'm left with holding that silent space through prayer, meditation and watching the sunsets. It takes courage to fly, to soar, to jump and land on the ground or water these days. It takes Courage to Speak. To share the words that are so close to our hearts. Words are different than Walking. Walking requires movement from our legs. Words do not come from our legs or our roots. They are usually coming straight from the wisdom of our intellect. That's why it's important to merge the two. When we embrace and combine the two...life can become Magical and kinda surprising. Our Roots merging with the intelligence of our Mind... Hella Awesome Idea for 2016! Maybe...this is actually what they mean about how to Walk our Wisdom. #loverose Paul Stamets, Katsi Cook and Jeffrey Bronfman - Plant Sacraments and the Mind of Nature | Bioneers12/4/2015 Beautiful and always a Beginner Live to Learn... Learning the Roots to Stay more Grounded... http://www.aboriginalmidwives.ca/toolkit/seventh-generation Shaking the heArt vibes tonight... Speechless after watching these two videos below! "Tempest" "Black Privilege" Ravine Park Memorial for Carl Hart Vancouver, British Columbia March 12th, 2015 For 8 months I couldn't really speak about you. I didn't really know how to Here in Seattle... 7 weeks ago I visited Haida Gwaii, British Columbia Honoured you on your Grave... The sun kept Shinning on You. Yellow Roses, Cedar weaved Roses, Strawberries Growing all over you. Rosemary asked me to share Carl Hart Legacy Fund at Modo Yoga Seattle. Fundraising for the Youth and Rediscovery Camp. Keep on Flying-Blue-Eyed-Haida-Raven. We can Feel your Spirit... Rest In Peace Carl Love, Rose Big Haaw'a to Brittanie Firth for Holding my Hand on this day.
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AuthorRose Cortez is sharing her creative process through poetry, photos, nature walks, theatre, collaborations, yoga, movements, voice, young artists, master artists, everyday teachers, life encounters, philosophy, cats, dogs, chickens, and everything else in between. She is an observer of life, creative collective collaborator of body and soul movements and expressions. Archives
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