Poetry (in motion)

To summarize the time leading up to the long-weekend then the Sasquatchian weekend itself:

When she gets to her moments of peace after her turmoil… wow. Her movement is exactly how I felt about a lot of the weekend away from the mess of the city. The first half is pretty freaky, but it kind of reminds me of how life was feeling beforehand. Man, starting at 1:53 = beauty. The sun, the trees, the moment, the movement… Here are the words from those moments:

Stop.
Let go.
Breathe.
The weight is lifting --
I remember this
Presence.
Now is all there is.
My mind is finally resting.
Clarity.
I see this space,
I hear the silence.
My skin is tingling
I’m alive,
Completely alive.
Love – it’s all around me
Unconditionally.
A miracle.
The beauty of your beings.
Creation of perfection.
There I am as a tree
This peace is within me
There is always a choice
This moment is perfect
It is the only one that exists
Be still, my mind
And let me live.

Wade Robson, you’ve done it again :) Always touching my soul with your work!

It was hard going into the weekend and just letting everything go, to just breathe. We were surrounded by nature, love, and friends. Still, I didn’t realize how amazing those moments (that were right in front of me the whole time – that are probably always there even in Seattle) were until “late” into Saturday.

I would give anything to go back.
To stare at the stars all night
while pondering the insignificance of my being.
To hear the silence
in the midst of the thousands of everything.
To be kissed by the sun
and wrapped in its warmth.
To be with friends,
my chosen family.
To be a witness of love and harmony
in song, in company, in laughter, in dance.
I would give anything to go back
and remember what it is
To Be
in love
with life.

Attempted (spontaneous) poetic moment. That hasn’t happened in years! What a release.

Now we’re back to Seattle and I feel like a mess again, partially because part of me is still stuck dreaming about the warmth of the sun. I can’t wait to just BE!!! Love.