2013 became what I have come to call the “Great Convulescence”. It has been a gradual healing and a humility of the flesh. I have uncovered a sincere desire to be gentle with myself, my infirmities, my foibled state of being. My greatest gift in being bound to one spot, with my leg up and my attention dutifully present, was that I quit being the caretaker for my two cats. Instead, I found a rhythm of relationship with these magical critters. And that taught me something profound.... Doing for someone (human or critter) is not the same thing as being present with them. In the short span of my first week up and back at work, I began to fall into the rhythm of just being caretaker once more. Until Wednesday. I took ten minutes of my morning on that day and was just present. I listened to Amelia’s raspy explanation of how she is viewing the world. I pet her perfect head and communed with her. Then I took just a few minutes of my morning and instead of feeding and watering (via the coffee) the amazing husband I love so much. I sat with him and got present. It is becoming a beautiful dance to take moments I would normally do by rote and settle with intention instead. It shifted the end of my week from something familiar into a different way of showing up for myself. And so the great convulescence carries on and I find different ways of showing up in this world. And when I forget, I have a vocal cat that is not afraid to give me what for!
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 03:24:43 +0000
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