Returning to this space after an un/intended hiatus feels correct. Grounded, even, in spite of the liminal quality to anything digital. In spite of efforts to the contrary, somehow engaging with social media over the last odd years took me away from the regular practice of writing here: writing about the practice. A declaration: I am returning. Or something. It’s hard to say whether one return’s to anything after the intervening events have left their impressions, but that is how I think of the practice, any practice: a return to relationship with the present moment. Because of/ in spite of/ regardless/ fully regarding all of the forces that conspired to bring about that coalescence or with full reverence to the randomness and chaos that did instead.
Practice notes: I have been fully immersed in the practice of teaching for a good stretch, having not taken off my requisite summers for deep practice for the past two years. (Well, last summer I had another baby, so maybe I did take off 3 months from teaching in service of practice, but in a wholly different way. File under: Seventh Series.) To that end, I’m embracing a different type of personal practice and devoting more of my efforts to the deepest of listening to my students which I’m just realizing is more challenging the deeper I get into my own practice.
Speaking of listening, a little baby is squirming around in his crib, waking from a nap. So I will write more later. I promise.
Notes on how to begin, again:
- Just do it. Just do anything.
- Remember that you’re beginning from somewhere. (This is a paraphrase of Iyengar, in Light on Life, and I adore it.)
- It’s an ongoing conversation. We don’t have to say everything all at once.
Love to all,
kelly
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