Lately I've been finding it hard to settle in myself. I am. . . antsy, unfocused, reluctant to do the things I know are good for me, tempted to go down the youtube rabbit hole of endless news and commentary. Then, yesterday, I received a book of poetry, and something in me stopped. . . opened. . . and I took a long slow breath. One of the poems was this one, a favourite of mine. I'm just going to leave it here with a wonderful sunrise photo from Karen Davis at Open Door Dreaming on Facebook. Hopefully, if you need a pause, a breath, a moment to remember what you know in your deepest being, it will help you as it helped me. ~Oriah
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Things to Think by Robert Bly
Think in ways you've never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you've ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he's carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you've never seen.