It’s been a few months since I last blogged. For me writing comes in momentous waves and sometimes endless lulls. There are moments when the desire to write is fueled from a place where I am obliged to put words to a page. However, the last few months I’ve found myself dwelling in a more contemplative space. A space where becoming more silent has become essential to the practice of being patient, loving and kind. (A task I am sure I will spend the rest of my life cultivating).
Recently, I listened to one of my favorite podcasts. This week the speaker, Poet/Author David Whyte speaks about the “conversational nature of reality”. Whyte points to why one must develop the “central conversation” to bring oneself to the very core of his/her existence. This willingness to explore this “conversational frontier” is relevant to becoming what Whyte calls a “serious conversationalist”.
Upon listening to the podcast, (a handful of times in the last week) I have been thinking about how it is that I can become a serious conversationalist. I’ve also had to re-assess my life and determine at what point will I have the guts to step out of the “periphery” where all my energy is essentially wasted and step wholeheartedly into my core. I must admit there have been moments over the last week where I have second guessed myself. I was confident prior to listening to the podcast that I had been seriously exploring my core over the last few years. However, I realized that despite the progress I have made in my “spiritual practice” and in my personal/professional life, I still dance and linger on the periphery, perhaps because I’m too afraid to have the “serious conversation” with myself. I venture to say that we’ve all stood on the periphery, too frightened to leave the job which makes us miserable, too frightened to end a relationship that is no longer serving our highest good, too frightened to follow our creative aspirations and just too damn frightened of the unknown.
After the last week of fully digesting Whyte’s nourishing food for thought, I’ve realized that I am standing closer than ever to the inviting edge of the unknown. An edge that continually calls upon me to take the courageous plunge to explore my core more deeply and truthfully.
I’ve included a poem by David Whyte which is the summation of all the words which I cannot come close to poignantly surmising in this post but feel deeply connected to nonetheless. Mahalo for stopping by. ~Enjoy!~
Everything is Waiting for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
— David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You