We continue our theme this month of “Harvesting the Inner Garden” which arose from our Community Lectio Divina practice with the parable from the Gospel of Mark and continued with this month’s Photo Party and Poetry Party.
I invite you into a movement practice. Allow yourself just 5 minutes this day to pause and listen and savor what arises.
- Begin with a full minute of slow and deep breathing. Let your breath bring your awareness down into your body. When thoughts come up, just let them go and return to your breath. Hold this image of “Harvesting the Inner Garden” as the gentlest of intentions, planting a seed as you prepare to step into the dance.
- Play the piece of music below (“Seven Seas” by Lisa Gerrard – Please visit her site and enter your email to get the song for free.) let your body move in response, without needing to guide the movements. Listen to how your body wants to move through space in response to your breath. Remember that this is a prayer, an act of deep listening. Pause at any time and rest in stillness again.
- After the music has finished, sit for another minute in silence, connecting again to your breath. Just notice your energy and any images rising up.
- Is there a word or image that could express what you encountered in this time? (You can share about your experience, or even just a single word in the comments section below or join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there.)
- If you have time, spend another five minutes journaling in a free-writing form, just to give some space for what you are discovering.
- To extend this practice, sit longer in the silence before and after and feel free to play the song through a second time. Often repetition brings a new depth.
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3 Responses
Luminous angst
Fascinating…bewitching imagery. Enigmatic and yet mesmerising.
What do these symbols represent? What a powerful metaphor – that figure of
shreds and patches standing there helpless before the powerful ocean.
And then the wheeling birds – do they represent the freedom of the spirit?
But in the end even they are drawn into the ocean. Perhaps even our IMAGE of
our soul must be given up as we are drawn more and more into the ocean of
NO-THING?
Thrilled to find you