Shouldstorm~ Day #2 (Week #4)
- By Linda Malcomb
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- 28 Apr, 2020
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April 28
With all this “extra” time on my hands, I should have a spotless house, a pristine garden, a checked-off “to do” list. Nope. All the drives and ambitions to build my coaching practice, market my art, start a podcast, seem to have lost their charge right now. Instead, the stillness calls me to take this pause and explore it. Slow down even more and feel deeper into not-doing. The shouldstorm ruffles my feathers and I get up to do something and notice it lost its charge. Stillness calls me back to witness this slowing down. For the first time ever, the incredible acceleration of the world’s doings is being forced to pause. Something is asking us to feel deeper inside to an authenticity that is connected to nature, to honoring, to something far more sublime than doing — BEING. So I go into the woods and feel it all; the decay and growth, the eating and being eaten, the full spectrum of Life arising and dissolving back to the Oneness. I let the shouldstorms do their rain of guilt and shame, and rest in spacious Wonder that has infinite room for all of it.
On The Mat Yoga Blog
“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
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.
