Falling and Meditative Making

Friday was a wonderful and very full day.  Crystal Sygeel led us in our morning gathering and I want to share here the process she led us through.  We gathered together and welcomed everyone there and then introduced ourselves and answered the question, “what are we letting go of?” or “what are we making space for?” as a way of becoming present to each other.

Crystal offered some lovely reflections about being the leaf falling from the tree, and asked us to imagine what the tree we are holding onto represents, the desired trajectory of our falling (what do we want to fall towards?), and who are the other leaves with whom we fall?  Then she read us this beautiful poem she wrote:

My grip
Is slipping
 
You see I was enjoying the view
I saw so many things
Nesting birds eye level
Baby strollers below
Stars shooting across the sky
The moonlight shined on my skin
The sun tanned me all summer long
I didn’t even have to hold myself the whole time
Because the wind would come by and buoy me
UP
 
But now, there is the strangest pull to go
DOWN
I keep staring at the ground wondering how far it is
And if it hurts to land
Some of the other leaves have left already
When they went I couldn’t tell if they were screaming
Or singing
Can you do both?
Some of them landed near by
I’ve tried to get thier advice,
But I don’t think they can hear me
It’s true sometimes leaves go together
They catch a wind and just let go
But whether I fall with friends or by myself
I can’t help but be focused on the – I’m falling – part
 
And for what purpose
And to where?
 
But even so
The will to fall is strong
 
Each time the wind comes by
There’s a part of me
Just aching to let go
Just dying to see what’s next beyond this branch
I am literally
Just dying
To know. . .

-poem by Rev. Crystal Sygeel

After living into those images, she sent on a walkabout — a fifteen minute walk of awareness and presence to the questions she had invited us to consider.  Then we gathered back together for a time of “meditative making” as Crystal phrased it.  We were offered paint and paper, stamps and beads to string, and invited to use whatever medium we desired.  We sat present among one another in silence, giving shape and form to what was stirring within us.  At the end we gathered together in our circle to share from the experience.  There was so much beauty and poignancy from that short time together. 

Each gathering fills me with joy as I see such creative and deep souls come together to share the pleasures of making in community and the depth of insight that rises up out of our sharing together.  Such a simple morning in many ways, but a profound way to be present to the questions of the season. 

If you weren’t able to be there with us, I invite you to consider taking a couple of hours, either by yourself, or with a friend or small group to explore this process yourself.

What is the tree you are holding onto?  What are you falling away from or toward?  And who are the people who fall with you?

I’ll share more of what stirred in me during this time in my next post.  (photo from Twin Falls trail)

-Christine Valters Paintner