Day 11~ Bones

  • By onthemat
  • 02 Dec, 2017
A sunny placid December afternoon draws me outdoors. I go into the woods and out to a field and along a wide path where I encounter a boulder. A glacier deposited it 10,000 or so years ago, but it was moved to this spot much more recently by some behemoth of a machine. I clamber […]
A sunny placid December afternoon draws me outdoors. I go into the woods and out to a field and along a wide path where I encounter a boulder. A glacier deposited it 10,000 or so years ago, but it was moved to this spot much more recently by some behemoth of a machine. I clamber up, gaze up, stretch up and pose with my shadow. High in the blue I spy a red tail hawk circling on the wind. I think about yoga teachers encouraging us to feel our bones. What I see above is an effortless skeleton in motion. I close my eyes and spread my bones into wings. A distant rumble interrupts my reverie. The rumble transforms to a piercing whine and roar as a fighter jet races overhead. Its hard metal edges slice compressed air into angry pieces. I hold my ears and watch the silver streak glisten into the horizon until it fades to another rumble. The silent hawk continues to soar above.

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By Linda Malcomb 03 May, 2020

“There is a light in the core of our being that calls us home—one that can only be seen with closed eyes; We can feel it as a radiance in the center of our chest. This light of loving awareness is always here, regardless of our conditioning. It does not matter how many dark paths we have traveled or how many wounds we have inflicted or sustained as we have unknowingly stumbled toward this inner radiance. It does not matter how long we have sleepwalked, seduced by our desires and fears. This call persists until it is answered, until we surrender to who we really are. When we do, we feel ourselves at home wherever we are. A hidden beauty reveals itself in our ordinary life. As the true nature of our Deep Hear is unveiled, we feel increasingly grateful for no reason—grateful to simply be.”

—John J. Prendergast, PHD, The Deep Heart  

By Linda Malcomb 02 May, 2020

Seems like it’s been rainy, windy, dreary for eons. Which may have helped us shelter inside a bit more. I remember reading years and years ago in a Seth book that weather can be influenced, and even created by mass human emotion. Why not? We are far more powerful than we currently acknowledge, and science is beginning to validate many phenomena that had seemed inconceivable before. Those seemingly endless days of “bad” weather seemed congruent with the emotional tone of covid her in New England. And now SUN! Glorious, warming, invigorating, hope-filled Sun! Today I will be outside basking and gardening and thanking. And I’m sure the whole neighborhood, and most of New England will go outside, stand with our faces to the sun and breathe a huge healing breath of joy. And maybe the collective energy of that will resonate out across the word as a promise of brighter days to come.     


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