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Friday, January 1st, 2010

2010 Re-Solutions

Mary Oliver reminds:

blackcat"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves …"

After a year of what has felt like, in retrospect, walking through the desert on my hands and knees, I'm standing up, checking for lost limbs (none), dusting off myself, rubbing my sore knees and resolving (read: re-solving) in 2010 to:

Gulp deeply of half-full glasses, so I can swirl across my tongue and drink into my belly all that IS, rather than all that has not or is not yet come.

Embrace my inner feline: to hang out in my furry pyjamas all day long, to bat impossible things out of the air with a flash of paw and claw, and to expose my throat and belly for those adoring hands worthy of stroking me.  And to purr loudly.

Channel Mexican Chocolate:  Strong, spicy, hot.  Bold, with the bite of bitter-dark that brings us, sip after sip, to the whole point: sweetness.

Heed the Ghosts of Women Past, so that when I speak in tongues, I quote Mae West.
"I used to be Snow White, but I drifted."
"I like restraint, if it doesn't go too far."
“It's not the men in my life that counts–it's the life in my men.”
"To err is human, but it feels divine."
“When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before.”

Learn from caterpillars.  Eventually, caterpillars tire of munching, crawling and inching. They cocoon into a tight, dark, exceedingly uncomfortable place they've never been before – nor know if they'll make it out from.  They sew themselves in with instinct and spit.  They wait.  And wait.  And then they emerge able to fly.

"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."

~ Mary Oliver

This year begins like all western new years do, with dark, short days, cold and dormant.  Sew your seeds, set them in the to-be fertile earth with your tenderest heart and greatest loving.  And Remember when the blossoms of your blessings begin to fall upon and grace your head, that You put them there, You began their lives.

To your beautiful 2010, LiYana

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