A friend gave me a copy of Parabola, a fabulous quarterly magazine that embodies a spiritual focus. In it was this new poem by the extraordinary and radiant poet American poet, Mary Oliver…
The Morning Paper
Read one newspaper daily (the morning edition
is the best
for by the evening you know that you at least
have lived through another day)
and let the disasters, the unbelievable
yet approved decisions
I don’t need to name countries,
ours among them.
What keeps us from falling down, our faces
to the ground; ashamed, ashamed?
There is always an unexpected and welcome moment in my yoga practice… today we were asked to notice where we send our energy, where we place our attention… a timely reminder for me who loves nothing better than to wallow in repetitive thought patterns… I think I have shared this age-old quote before but I am a slow learner…
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
In the coaching that I have been doing recently I have reflected to clients the importance of trusting process work and not being impatient… unfortunately I don’t really heed my own advice… and now being back I have found myself swimming upstream – given I’m not a spawning salmon this is not doing me any good… So I am trying to find a way to allow this year to continue to unfold in its natural order… and to return to the sense of trust and belief that I had in Cape Town… and allowing whatever no longer serves me to fall away and allow new possibility in… There is a wise coach I know 🙂
Just emerging from jetlag, still a little dishevelled and fragile… the bubble of joyous abandon has burst and now the reality of not having formal employment and what my next step is has already begun to fill my thoughts… although I made a promise to myself I would not do anything rash for a month while I found my way back to my life here… I have a theory that when we travel our soul takes way longer than our physical body to arrive and that the general malaise one feels is really the split… It has been a few days of black and white – the things I love about Cape Town are not present here and the things I love about Sydney are not there… I left the anarchy and wildness of South Africa and arrived back to well-behaved, clean, working Australia… I know I have to go with the flow but I am aching to take a break on the banks on the river and just get my breath back… the next month will be an interesting process…
Freezing in Joburg and the bubble of beautiful Cape Town has been removed by the icy fingers of this city… I feel like my 3 months has finally come to an end and I am leaving for Oz… which of course I am tomorrow… and awaiting me is the reality of earning a living which feels like it may spoil the fun 😦
or maybe just bad housekeeping…:-) I left all my socks at the spa and so I rang a friend and said when he came to visit yesterday he needed to loan me a pair of his as I wanted my last promenade along the mighty Atlantic… A while later I saw lying under the curtain a pair of man’s socks that obviously the cleaners hadn’t found but I had… and as is my way I had to give it profound meaning… that I asked the universe (read my friend) for help (socks) and it provided immediately (someone else’s lost pair)… Now much to my own mirth I am trying to work out the metaphor of socks and the universe as I pack to leave the mother city… filled with gratitude and joy for my magical time here… I wonder what awaits me next – more socks?
Reality may not meet your expectations but a discussion – clear and crisp with front of house… not rude just present… and suddenly I was moved to a room with a sideview of the ocean and now I am contentedly drinking green tea, listening to the ocean and thinking how much I love the Radisson Blu 🙂 and preparing for the final round of drinks and dinners…