Thoughts on this winter morning take me to thinking about all the journeys we have taken personally and collectively over these months due to the pandemic – the fears, anxieties, losses, and grief. The demands of changed home and work life – the challenge, the stress, the boredom, the profound tiredness, the financial hardship and job loss. The inability to be with loved ones and friends. How has all of this played out in the corridors of our minds, in the warmth of hearts and within the envelope of our environments?
What do we dare to ask? What is the invitation beckoning us?
I look back, reflecting on what has been. I cannot be unencumbered by everything I have experienced, witnessed and read. It all feels too much. And yet …
There is a sense of light. At some point during the next months, we will all be vaccinated (if that is your choice, and I hope it is), against this virus. I am glad and grateful to the science and relieved that those most at risk from this virus will be given protection. So, for now, I will continue to take care to protect myself and those around me, by following the guidelines for wearing masks in the company of others, socially distancing, and washing my hands frequently.
Poetry has always played a big part on my life. Poetry is like music. It has the power to evoke our better souls. It captures essential moments, distills them into words that resonate with sound and meaning.
A poem I have on my desk for this coming week, as part of my meditation practice, is this one from David Whyte, titled, Just Beyond Yourself. Here are the lines from the beginning of the poem.
"Just beyond yourself. It's where you need to be. Half a step into self-forgetting and the rest restored by what you'll meet. There is a road always beckoning."
As David Whyte so beautifully captures, can we stretch beyond ourselves? And when we are there, what is beckoning us? Dropping the need to know, to stretch beyond the sheath of our identity. To welcome the unknown path. Otherwise, we stay within the realms of comfort and conform to our habits of safety. In my meditation practice this week, I will ask the question, what is beckoning me? You?