DAYS OF THANKING

Wild Thanks Givings

Poems of thanks giving, of praise and

gratitude deposit small pools

throughout the heart. These little

pools of quenched thirst, of eased

longings, of comforted sorrows and

more than that, the ratcheting down of

the hundred thousand aches and pains,

these small pools of praise open the

windows, the curtains, shutters to life

not yet lived, waiting, hoping for that

impetuous embrace that unlocked, 

unclenched, undisturbed bed of

joy, celebration, 

savour 

of moments

piled upon moments, that pure liquid

ecstasy of the body, the scent

taste, touch, the cascading sounds

the wonder of trees 

cradling the sky, of water 

feeding earth, its own hundred 

thousand movements, its charting of

terrain and currents and shorelines,

its counter to sky, its resistance to

moon, its million glittering points of

reflected, dancing gratitude to the

sun of all being, to light and blue

and wind of the spirit. 

There it is –

a cascade of living animals and

strange beings, of shifting realities

and emotions, a kaleidoscopic waltz

of sensation and opening hearts – the gift.

      11.29.2013     ©Gyllian Davies

THE BLESSING OF RAIN...

It's raining. Yesterday and today, the skies have been heavy with that dark slate grey, the air is full of fat drops intent on only one thing - DOWN.

The trees are dancing with delight and relief. Walking home yesterday I swear I could hear them singing. After days followed by months of no rain, they are drinking in the moisture, savouring the deep cleanse of all their leaves being rinsed free of dust and grit. 

So I'm remembering about savouring. I'm remembering the importance of casting back over the week, in a slow and measured way, just as the fly fisherman stands still and quiet in the middle of the stream, watching and feeling the flow and the currents. 

And I'm remembering also the importance of focusing in on my ways of being in the world, being with myself, being with others, casting back to see when was I aligned with my own spirit, living in full integrity, and choosing a path with heart.

I am remembering to stop and look at who I've been and what I've done, and to draw out the times that are good, the times I've more than measured up to the abundance of enough-ness. 

But it's more than that, more than seeing, listing, cataloguing, the times and ways in which I've shown up, been my word, fulfilled my commitments AND my own expectations and dreams... 
I also want to take the time to really savour each one. 
To set down the misgivings, the second-guessing, the doubts, the missed deadlines or forgotten tasks, to let all that fall away in a wash of self-forgiveness and release so I can really allow myself to feel the goodness, the satisfaction, the delight! of all that I've done, all I've been, all the living, breathing essence of soul expressed by me in this past week.


And then, inevitably…  to love my living. 
Because it is inevitable that when I take the time, and choose to be open-hearted, 
after illuminating my own life, cherishing my own life, 
I will then find myself 
in a heart-dance of celebratory love for my own life. 

Dancing with the trees, dancing with delight and relief.