Thursday, October 6, 2011

Being Enough

 Until I decide I won't, I am penning, these blog posts in support of my ongoing sacred journey course,“Creating a Life of Contentment,"  which began Sept. 15. For one entire year, we'll be traveling together as intimate companions: to relax, let go and rest into Love; to discover the bliss of our own life. I hope you will join me here! You can learn more about the program here. 

Relaxing into Life

We're spending two full weeks talking about "being enough" in our Contentment course.

And yet two weeks seems scarcely enough to scratch the tip of this particular iceberg, a chilling one that seems to keep us caught in patterns of striving and "getting it right." Getting life right. 

Can we really? Get it right?

Sometimes a poet comes along that puts words to our struggle in ways that we can't. Poets seem to view the world through unique lenses of insight and connection, especially about tender topics like this.

One such poet is Danna Faulds and I've been in love with her work for a while now. A yogini at heart, she gives voice to our journeys of awakening and transformation in a unique, passion-filled way.

I was reading some of her poetry this morning, sitting in the sun (as it is unseasonably warm here), listening to the birds chirp at the feeder, watching the flimsiest of white clouds pass by. Within the pages of her book, Go In and In: Poems from the Heart of Yoga, I found a piece titled "Enough." I should not have been surprised to find it there as Danna has an uncanny way of putting her finger on  the spiritual pulse of what really matters.

She wrote in her poem, "Enough"

It's enough to offer love,
no matter how imperfectly
received or given. It's
enough to try and fail at
a difficult task; enough
to fall and rise, stumble,
fall again, sigh, and start
to walk, however slowly,
in the direction the soul
points. It's enough to
seek peace and find pain,
to gain nothing but a
vision of truth, and take
the long route home.

It's enough to feel
temptation, the dance
of the senses, the hot
pull of desire; enough
to call on God, walk
through fire, sleep and
cry and fear or welcome
dying. It's enough to be
and breathe, to feel the
touch of wind on the skin.

It's enough to take the
day as it comes, to watch
the ripples on the lake as
the rock sinks to the
bottom, to see the wild
reflection of the surface
calm into a mirror once
again. It's enough to
hear the voice of fear
and hide—or seek it out
and face the same
or shadows. It's enough
to set out to tame demons
and watch them multiply
instead. It's enough to
be buffetted by the winds
of change and not blown
over. I and you and all
of us, more than enough.

Danna invites us like many wise sages do to relax into our life as it is ...

Can we? Because if we can, I'm pretty sure Contentment would be ours.


Anonymous said...

A very fullfilling poem that breeds contentment for what we put into Life...Enough:)

Lisa (Mommy Mystic) said...

Wow, thanks so much for introducing me to Danna's poetry, I absolutely love this one.

Rose - The Center of My Self said...

I always appreciate the reminders to spirit that we are enough.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Thank you
I must copy
and have to read often..

Janice Lynne Lundy said...

Thanks, dear friends, I am glad this appealed to your heart and sense of true self. May each of us always remember - we are enough. xo