Trees, lake and mountains from Burlington in March

I rap my fingers softly enough that they don’t make an impression and wait until the words come. I then tap away and can’t help but wonder what the point of all this is. Yes to blog or not to blog, and then I am comforted by the awareness that I am in the business of connection, albeit through touch and the physical world, but what is so captivating about this method of reaching out is that it acts as a pleasant reminder of how connected we really are to one another externally. Let’s take a moment to stop and breathe and notice how connected we are on the inside; I can’t think of a better way than to share this poem with you:

“The Weaver and the Loom”

Sit here for a bit. Place yourself

outside the frenzied pace of life.

Slow down long enough to

appreciate birds in flight, water

drops like prisms in the grass and

countless shades of green. Step

off the fast track and listen to the

sound of breath and birdsong. Take

a moment to just be, and in the being,

know the whole of this creation,

mystery and madness, passion and

profanity, know it all as one, stunning

tapestry. Sit still and the thin line

between sacred and profane simply

fades away. There is nothing then

to reconcile. All the disparate threads

are woven on the loom of life. Sit here

for a bit and your unique place in the

pattern becomes clear. Take the still

point with you when it’s time to walk

away. Make the choice to see affinity,

to watch the picture taking shape as

thread joins thread. Dare to be the

weaver and the loom, creator and

creation, the sower and the sown.

In a moment of stillness, all that

came before is seen as one.…. –From Danna Faulds’ Go In and In: Poems from the Heart of Yoga (2002, Morris Publishing, 1-800-650-7888)

So I have gone live today with this blog site connected to this website and soon to be inextricably linked to my Touchstone Facebook page and if I think about it too much I feel overwhelmed. So not much thought and a sincere wish to communicate to all is going on for me right now.

March 31st, 2011 and the threat of another snowstorm sweeping through the North Country with up to 6 inches of fresh snow! My poor little crocuses wont know what to think or do….is it possible to retreat once blooming? It reminds me of our popular quote on our website by  Anais Ninn. “And the day came when the risk to remain tight as a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom” So you blossom and then are faced with a set back. What would you do?