And…headed back up the hill today to Sedona for a few days to take the very first Myofascial Release course I ever took twenty five years ago: MFR 1.
I’m totally excited for this opportunity to go back to the beginning and see what I may have missed and experience what this next level is I’m to springboard to.
The Opening of Eyes
That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out,
I knew then, as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
— David Whyte
from Songs for Coming Home
©1984 Many Rivers Press
Truth be told, I need to be on the table and for whatever reason my system responds very well to therapy in the seminar setting.
So seeing some clients this am then back on the road again.
Oh and I did hear from the man who about-faced our date Saturday and he shared that something major happened in his life Saturday morning and he just couldn’t talk about it. So….well I just was glad to know I hadn’t misread him and his interest in me. I’m not saying he handled that well or that I did perfectly either in my response but the closure was good to get. At least to that bizarre chapter. Maybe he’ll cycle back around, maybe not but it’s good to move forward without resentment or fear for the next time. Speaking of beginnings.
See y’all next week unless I pop on with a pic or note from Sedona.
Here’s to beginners of all kinds.
Please enjoy this beautiful song about transformation and new beginnings.