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DAY V: Balance
“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.” – Rumi
Finding balance in life can be a challenge when trying to juggle so many different things at once. It’s easy to lose sight of your writing when the responsibilities of being alive come knocking on your door. Tracking down where the balance is between work and fun can also be a challenge, especially if something fun suddenly becomes work instead. When caught up in the whirlwind of fun or imagination, you do have to find your way back to the obligations of your work and your life. There is always a time for both.
YOGA: Meditation is an incredible way to seek balance in your life. Sit comfortably, legs folded however feels best for you. Sit tall, your core open and tight, harboring the energy inside. And breathe. Do not try to push away the thoughts that come trickling in; just let them pass with quiet acknowledgement as you seek your inner balance.
JOURNAL: Write about your meditation. Were you able to find a balance, even if just for a moment? You can use your journaling as another form of meditation. Let the flow of your words guide you to balance. You will find balance allows those words to flow more freely.
At first I think she is calling a child,
my neighbor, leaning through her doorway
at dusk, street lamps just starting to hum
the backdrop of evening. Then I hear
the high-pitched wheedling we send out
to animals who know only sound, not
the meanings of our words – here here –
nor how they sometimes fall short.
In another yard, beyond my neighbor’s
sight, the cat lifts her ears, turns first
toward the voice, then back
to the constellation of fireflies flickering
near her head. It’s as if she can’t decide
whether to leap over the low hedge,
the neat row of flowers, and bound
onto the porch, into the steady circle
of light, or stay where she is: luminous
possibility – all that would keep her
away from home – flitting before her.
I listen as my neighbor’s voice trails off.
She’s given up calling for now, left me
to imagine her inside the house waiting,
perhaps in a chair in front of the TV,
or walking around, doing small tasks;
left me to wonder that I too might lift
my voice, sure of someone out there,
send it over the lines stitching here
to there, certain the sounds I make
are enough to call someone home.
– Natasha Trethewey
Juliet & Colette
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