The little AU: Fallow: day seven: Walking meditation
The little AU: Fallow: day seven: Walking meditation
slashfairy
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Every step will be easier. Every step will be more difficult. They won't count steps this year, only arrivals. Only departures. Only the smallest steps will count, the ones that connect the dots, that make a picture, a whole, from the fractures of their lives.
Every step taken last year, the year before, the year before that, has brought them to now: every step taken from here on will be a meditation, a kind of vipassana of the mind, of the heart, of the day, of the night. Every step will be a breath: each breath will be a step further along through their lives, their life, this life they've made, are making, with every breath, with every step.
In a little while the year begins again and they will step out of the fallow days into the rush and furious shout of the calendar, with filming and interviews and laundry to pick up, and emails and paparazzi and dog-shit on the lawn, and new pictures by Hunter on the fridge, and new rumours on the scandal blogs and the fan sites.
In a little while, the year begins again, and they will step into the quiet that the fallow days give you, the opportunity to take a little time to reflect, to mourn, to accept, to enjoy, so that when that first breath of Happy New Year hits you in the face with its already mysterious breath, what you breathe in and out nourishes you and nourishes the year, and every step is another moment of grace.
previously: Day six: turn
next: interludes & whispers: Dec 31 2007
slashfairy
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Every step will be easier. Every step will be more difficult. They won't count steps this year, only arrivals. Only departures. Only the smallest steps will count, the ones that connect the dots, that make a picture, a whole, from the fractures of their lives.
Every step taken last year, the year before, the year before that, has brought them to now: every step taken from here on will be a meditation, a kind of vipassana of the mind, of the heart, of the day, of the night. Every step will be a breath: each breath will be a step further along through their lives, their life, this life they've made, are making, with every breath, with every step.
In a little while the year begins again and they will step out of the fallow days into the rush and furious shout of the calendar, with filming and interviews and laundry to pick up, and emails and paparazzi and dog-shit on the lawn, and new pictures by Hunter on the fridge, and new rumours on the scandal blogs and the fan sites.
In a little while, the year begins again, and they will step into the quiet that the fallow days give you, the opportunity to take a little time to reflect, to mourn, to accept, to enjoy, so that when that first breath of Happy New Year hits you in the face with its already mysterious breath, what you breathe in and out nourishes you and nourishes the year, and every step is another moment of grace.
previously: Day six: turn
next: interludes & whispers: Dec 31 2007