Confidence and Surrender

Asking For What We Want

Some years ago, I was thrilled to be accepted for lessons by a ballroom teacher who was an accomplished ballroom competitor, a sensitive dancer, and a lovely man. He was very busy with life, fully booked as a dance teacher, and only gave half-hour lessons. I was grateful to be able to have lessons with him at all, however, half an hour, once a week, was just not enough for me. I was used to longer lessons and it was my only opportunity to dance ballroom in a way that I enjoyed. At the end of my first lesson, I decided to be brave and ask for what I wanted. Continue reading “Confidence and Surrender”

The Wild Beast of Pain

Emotional pain is an unavoidable part of life. There is no more certain reminder that we are not in control of our own life. It leaves us standing stunned and grasping for relief. Strangely, we need not run from it and hide. We can meet the wild beast of pain in its own territory, as inadequately prepared as we may feel. Against our natural instinct, we can choose to go to the pain and into it. Our survival mechanism will tell us that such would be certain emotional death. Surprisingly, it is not. Continue reading “The Wild Beast of Pain”

Can You Not Remember? – poem

When did this brutality grow? Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

I see you in my dreams. Your face is edged with battle.
I touch your forehead from a distant land.
The Earth glare is so bright. It washes the white memory from your mind.
Have you forgotten we come from the same place?
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

When did this brutality grow? Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

You are looking for something, demanding to be found.
Make your way back from that broken land. Return from that empty place.
There is nothing there for you. It holds a million shadows.
There are no friends there.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

When did this brutality grow? Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.

It is warmer here. Can you see the light? Trust it. It is safe.
It has lived a long time. It has seen much more than you.
You fight a demon that you once knew but the demon is already slain.
And from the corner of your eye you will see the scattered, sacred fire reform again.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.

From Love’s Longing