'An edge of urgency'
Dear reader,
I am glad to be writing this today and for you to be reading it. Feels good to be here with my thoughts
and with you, somewhere out there.
<3 <3
Reading corner
The Call
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There's no safety in that!
Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.
(Source: http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/pdf/the_call.pdf)
Healing notes
I have been walking around feeling like I have forgotten (or lost?) my inner voices. Not knowing what calls to me, what draws me in. As usual, I turned to Rilke in those moments and his words replaced my confusion. There was a deeper knowing. A tender presence. A healing touch.
Poetry, prose, books have always been one of my favourite places to hide, to find myself (again and again) and to heal. Every time I go through a dry reading spell, I worry about losing this connection. Off-late, I have been reading more non-fiction and poetry and it is one of those blissful feelings of discovering new authors and poets. When a lot of other stuff in the world really doesn't make sense, I am glad to be able to find work that resonates with me, to learn more, to challenge myself.
This reading in turn is a companion on days when all I can do is mutter to myself, 'no feeling is final'. It helps me feel like I am not alone. Build a repository of inner voices.
These words then visit and revisit me in my solitude as a 'soft bellied whisper'. <3
Food experiments
I have been wanting to make some savoury dish that was quick and didn't take me forever in the kitchen - thanks to the heat. I felt like these would be easy and fun to try. Eggs with with whatever I have at home, how wrong could it possibly go?
Egg muffins
3 eggs
1 tomato
Lots of basil leaves
3 teaspoons flour
1/2 cup coconut milk
Salt
Pepper
Oregano
Cut chilli/chilli flakes
Cheese
Beat the eggs up nicely. Add milk and flour. Continue to beat. Add the basil, sliced/cut up tomato. Add the seasoning and cheese.
Oil the muffin pan as you pre heat oven at 180 degrees.
Pour batter into muffin pan. Bake for 10 -12 minutes. Eat for breakfast with sauce or just like that.
Easy peasy!!
Dear you, I have been reading so much more these past few weeks. I hope you have been too. I hear rains have come to different parts of the country and I hope the heat isn't too much for anyone.
Love and kindness,
Nidsitis
'I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: Am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?' - Rainer Maria Rilke