Sunday, January 17, 2021

A Much Needed Pause

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

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.
When someone knocks on the door, think that he's about
To give you something large: tell you you're forgiven,
Or that it's not necessary to work all the time, or that it's
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.



16 comments:

  1. Beautiful. Thank you, Oriah.

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  2. Bonito y necesario en estos tiempos.
    Muchas gracias <3

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  3. Thank you..
    Thank you for your courage once to reach out and send your words out reaching other souls.

    A friend of mine gifted me "The invitation".. and I could not stop reading it for days.. slowly reading chapter by chapter, sometimes reading sentences again again and again.
    And then you did got started me writing...
    For the first time it felt as I did not written from the top of my head, but from the bottom of my soul.

    Thank you for this gift you have invited me

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    1. So glad you enjoyed The Invitation- and nothing pleases me more than hearing that reading something I wrote inspired someone to write! Yay! Keep writing :)

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    2. Thank you. I do write poetry since I have been 15 years old.
      But it wasn't writing from the heart - before I did the first the writing meditiation in your book that I did write more from the head.

      Just some days ago I did write the following poem - inspired by a friend, and come alive due to your book.

      You matter.
      You matter because you are here.
      You matter.
      If you believe it or don’t believe it.
      Your matter.

      You matter to those people close to you and to people you might only have met once in your life. And you matter to people you might never met.

      You matter
      as you have spoken words of hope and words from the heart, words of healing and words of reconciliation.
      You matter

      You might not know it, but
      things which you have done or said or even things you denied doing or words you never said mattered.

      You matter.

      They say that the wings of the butterfly �� can cause a hurricane .
      How much bigger are your wings. How much bigger can be your impact.
      You matter.

      Just give yourself freedom
      To follow the clouds
      Moving with the wind
      And see how the sun set the sky aflame.

      Even if some laundry �� waits to get cleaned or some shelves nag to your inner voices to be dusted.

      You matter.
      Your moments matter.
      Work will wait for you so go follow the rainbow �� as it won’t.

      YOU MATTER!

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    3. Lovely Heiko- and I particularly love the line about waiting laundry and dusty shelves. :) Oriah

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    4. Thank you.
      There is always something to clean up and which keeps our heads busy and keep our souls away from relieving so it seems... Laundry and shelves ;)

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  4. Hello Oriah,

    Where can we purchase a printed version of the poem “the invitation”?

    Thank you kindly,
    Iris

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    1. Iris, I did sell a poster of the piece many years ago but have not done so for a long time. I am okay with folks making one for their own use or to give as a gift. Sorry I can't be more helpful, Oriah

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    2. Thank you kindly Oriah.
      How do I keep posted of any future workshops or events you are hosting?

      We are in Vancouver BC :)
      Iris

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    3. Iris- just send your email address to me at mail@oriah.org and I will put you on the mailing list :)

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  5. You and I

    You and I are made of stardust.
    You and I are an eclectic precious of this universe.
    You and I have a beating heart which seems to never rest.
    You and I inhale and exhale again and again.
    You and I are part of the ocean walking on land.
    You and I are made of bones, flesh and our blood is always the same red.

    You and I know hunger and thirst, the happiness of a first bite and the joy of a sip of cold water
    You and I know fatigue and commotion and the pleasure of waking up after sleep and finding a place to rest at the end of the day.
    You and I know loneliness the comfort of tenderness, of not being good enough and struggling with life.
    You and I know the joy of being alive and to be loved.
    You and I share the same planet, same time, same experiences.

    You and I are only divided
    by ideas in our heads and spaces we’re we living in.
    You and I are divided by borders created in our minds, drawn on maps and solidified in concrete and barbed wire.
    You and I are divided by languages we learn as we have been kids, and seem to block understanding.
    You and I are divided by religions which teach us that any who is praying to a different name must be going to hell.
    You and I we create our own divisions , segregation, groups and sections and castes and rules we suffer from.


    You and I we have a Choice.
    You and I we can choose union instead of division.
    We can choose.


    As We are U and I and we are one.

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  6. I suddenly felt concerned. I had not seen a post from you on Facebook in quite a while, so I searched and you were no longer there. I’m happy to see you here, and I am sending you the brightest warm blessings of gratitude. ~with love

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