Friday, May 11, 2012
Poem by David Whyte
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
* * *
Life is moving at lightening speed right now. More than ever, I'm having to remember to pause, to slow down, to notice how good it feels to take a deep breath, how softening it is to watch the wind move through the trees, to listen to the birds talk--to watch them dip and soar.
There is a part of me that is barking...mow the grass, mop the floors, do a blog post, finish this-finish that, the house is a mess, the car needs some serious cleaning, you're so behind on everything...you should, you should, you should.
The other part, the soft, sweet part--the only part I want ever to listen to again--is saying, See those "too" long blades of grass moving in the breeze? Watch them. They'll tell you all you ever need to know. It is enough to sit here and breathe, to sit here and listen.
This moment, just as it is, is absolutely, beautifully, perfectly enough. And so are you, dear heart. So are you.