“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips
of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
– Terry Tempest Williams
As I do my best to help shape the world around me into a slightly better place, and to keep order internally in the midst of global drama, I have many practices which help me keep a lid on anxiety and cultivate positivity. Once I find most helpful is a practice of mental reorganization. After I have done my yoga and meditation practice, I imagine the things about this planet that I hold beautiful and hold dear, and I place these things at the forefront of my mind and let them melt into my heart. I then place everything else that might be going on (either with my personally or globally) in the periphery so that all is true stays within my awareness, but I remain guided by protected by what I love.
Chidakasha is a sanskrit word that refers to the dark space we see in front of our closed eyes. This space is also considered to be the seat of visualization and is associated with the third eye / Ajna chakra. It’s in Ajna, and my heart that I place the things I love.
Terry Tempest Williams wrote a book called “Finding Beauty in a Broken World.” In it she writes about finding beauty as a strategy for survival. She writes about the virtues of stillness, watching, listening, and slowing down. She also talks about witnessing as a way of emptying and entering in. The Buddhists talk about becoming empty as actually being full.
When I need to invigorate my love, I look to the natural world and poetry usually, and lately on my mind has been a paraphrased story from Williams’ book:
While she was in Utah studying a clan of prairie dogs, every morning Williams and her biologist would go to their observation post before sunrise. As the light of the morning sun began to strike the prairie dog village, slowly one by one each prairie dog would rise, standing out of their borough, face the sun with their palms together, and remain standing in that gesture of silliness watching the sun rise for not just a moment but for 30 minutes. This ritual was repeated in the evening as they watched the sun disappear. What behooves them to do this, we don’t actually know. There is not yet a biological or survival strategy explanation. So one has to wonder – one gets to wonder – about this beautiful gesture that make at the opening and closing of each day. It’s an image I love to ponder.
What do you love and hold dear, that helps maintain inner strength, peace and order, even in globally difficult times?