You Are Not Alone
Sep. 26th, 2011 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Whether through birds in snow, or geese honking in the dark, or through the brilliant wet leaf that hits your face the moment you are questioning your worth, the quiet teachers are everywhere.
I was sitting reading on Saturday afternoon, the child I was sitting for was napping upstairs; I had cleaned up and cleared up in the kitchen and still had a few moments to myself. I tried writing at first, but didn't get very far, it was hard to do without what had gone before, and so, instead, I decided to try and finish a book I'd been reading. I didn't get very far with that either. I was unsettled, restless... not sure whether I was feeling like I was a part of life at that moment or not.
I happened to look up, and there, only inches away from the window, was a deep. She seemed to be looking in, just as I was looking out. We exchanged the briefest of glances, before the deer – appearing suddenly startled – ran off along the side of the house. But then, sitting in the silence of the house, I didn't feel quite so alone... the dog was sleeping on his bed, the child asleep upstairs in his crib... I just put the book down and let my mind drift for a while, until just before the others got home.
Teachers arise from somewhere within me that
is beyond me, the way the dark soil that is not
the root holds the root and feeds the flower.
Whether through birds in snow, or geese honking in the dark, or through the brilliant wet leaf that hits your face the moment you are questioning your worth, the quiet teachers are everywhere.
I was sitting reading on Saturday afternoon, the child I was sitting for was napping upstairs; I had cleaned up and cleared up in the kitchen and still had a few moments to myself. I tried writing at first, but didn't get very far, it was hard to do without what had gone before, and so, instead, I decided to try and finish a book I'd been reading. I didn't get very far with that either. I was unsettled, restless... not sure whether I was feeling like I was a part of life at that moment or not.
I happened to look up, and there, only inches away from the window, was a deep. She seemed to be looking in, just as I was looking out. We exchanged the briefest of glances, before the deer – appearing suddenly startled – ran off along the side of the house. But then, sitting in the silence of the house, I didn't feel quite so alone... the dog was sleeping on his bed, the child asleep upstairs in his crib... I just put the book down and let my mind drift for a while, until just before the others got home.
