Every morning
Swimming up out of dreams
I surrender to being here
I let go into gravity
Into the way the sweet earth pulls me to her
Head, hip, arm, leg . . . . with each exhale I drop further
Into cool white sheets, firm mattress, bed frame,
floor, walls, earth, earth, earth. . . .
It takes practice
To give up habitual holding on, holding in, holding back
Every morning I open myself
And invite grace to have its way with me
~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Grace and Gravity
Notes:
- Credit: Quote – Thank you Make Believe Boutique.
- Photo by Laia Flynn via banishedfromcamelot
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
Lovely, pal. And when grace is done, the coffee takes over…
Smiling, yes, Lori…
I feel like I get closer to understanding the meaning of Lightly Child Lightly every Thursday. May be an illusion but sure love feeling closer to it. A beautiful post today. Thank you.
Elise
Thanks Elise. I may be in the same place. Hoping with repetition it is digested.
and welcome it in.
What a beautiful poem. It really touches me David, especially as I am not a morning person. The transition between the dreamworld and the dayworld has always been tough for me.
We have a team motto where I work, “Festina Lente,” latin for Hasten Slowly.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing Debra.
Sigh. I *wish* this was my experience. It’s more like getting thrown out of a moving car.
Sorry. (I had to snicker)