not an oxymoron
Posted in Movement Monastery, On Practices on Jan 21st, 2008
I wrote the following after a whirling night at Winter Monastery. It came out first as fragments and poetry about the feelings left in my body as I lay on the rug afterwards. A few written drafts later they sorted into this:
After whirling I remembered how my body used to be color blocks in a […]
Posted in Movement Monastery, On Personal Practice, Retreat on Jan 16th, 2008
I’ve been feeling the spaciousness of retreat inside me since getting home. If I keep the practice going––not in an overwhelming way, but in a moderate, easy way––I keep panic at bay. That big wave of never enough time or money or recognition or whatever is bugging me at the moment doesn’t build up and […]