Hospitality

"Here in this body are the sacred rivers: here are the sun and moon as well as all the pilgrimage places....I have not encountered another temple as blissful as my own body." Saraha


Body Hospitality

Come in and sit down for a while,
I welcome you inside myself, my body accommodates your presence.
I welcome you, yes, you the Unknown...

Unknown territory that has come to say hello to chat for a while,
your unfamiliar way of being leaving me breathless.

I listen to you speak and I give you the space to be yourself, knowing that in acknowledging who you are I also give myself permission to be myself....

My body claims and reclaims its primal genuineness, as I hear my soul whisper in the night the faithfulness of my life story. The flow of my unspoken words travel through my veins, creating dreams that reveal the deepest sense of my existence, leaving watercolour paintings imprinted on my soul.

For my body knows the depth of my reality....within its fibres it contains the solitude of my heart and the truth of my existence....

Unknown territory, a guest in my house, you beckon me to listen to the gentle murmuring of my soul.

KG

How is your heart?

I've been asked this question on separate occasions by different individuals over the past few months ....How is your heart?....it has taken me by surprise. I'm taken aback by the question....and by my hesitancy to answer....I remain silent and I listen to my own thoughts in my head, I listen to my heart speak quietly to me and I listen....I listen intently....I let it speak to me and I dare not disturb it from speaking...it has its own voice....its own dance...

How is your heart? You don't have to answer to me...answer that question to yourself, in the quiet of your soul...answer that question honestly, truthfully, without judgement, remorse, or guilt. Speak the words that it wants to speak to yourself...only you can answer to yourself...to your own inner truth.

Stand naked and reveal the truth to yourself, reveal your heart to yourself and stand in the reality of your truth...whatever that reality may be for you.

How is your heart?

Praying the Heart
by Elizabeth Cunningham, from her book of poems Small Bird

You can only pray what's in your heart.

So, if your heart is being ripped from your chest
pray the tearing

if your heart is full of bitterness
pray it to the last dreg

if your heart is a river gone wild
pray the torrent

or a lava flow scorching the mountain
pray the fire

pray the scream in your heart
the fanning bellows

pray the rage,
the murder and the mourning

pray your heart into the great quiet hands that can hold it
like the small bird it is

It's been silent......

"I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide......"  Maya Angelou



It's been silent here lately....but that's okay...it's part of the Arroyo nature....fullness and emptiness....

I bear the truth of snow covered silence, my voice breaks the icy water.....
Reality seeps into my veins as cold as the night....bearing the truth in my soul......
Resilience wraps her arms around me carrying me in her bosom....sustaining me with strength.....
The truth of my being breathes into the cold air, echoing endurance.