The Chicago band Whitney is getting me through this morning while I write the weekly Letter from Loring Park.
(Source: beingblog)
moodboard: seasonal!susan (winter)
winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance. - yoko ono
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“Two Countries”
Skin remembers how long the years grow / when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel / of singleness, feather lost from the tail/ of a bird, swirling onto a step, / swept away by someone who never saw / it was a feather. Skin ate, walked, / slept by itself, knew how to raise a / see-you-later hand. But skin felt / it was never seen, never known as / a land on the map, nose like a city, / hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque / and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope. / Skin had hope, that’s what skin does. / Heals over the scarred place, makes a road. / Love means you breathe in two countries. / And skin remembers–silk, spiny grass,/ deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own. / Even now, when skin is not alone, / it remembers being alone and thanks something larger / that there are travelers, that people go places / larger than themselves.
(Source: SoundCloud / On Being Studios)
Spiritual practice is called “bhavana”. “Citta” means heart/mind, in combination because in many philosophical traditions of the East the two are not separate. Our minds depend on our hearts and vice versa. They work together, constantly nourishing our bodies and keeping our breath alive. They dictate our entire experiences, or perhaps our experiences dictate them. Either way, the two are…
