I thought I'd share the poem I felt resonated deeply with the idea of Gratitude, which I read for the group in savasana during Yoga Nourish this morning at YATB. It's a such good'un!
BURY THE SEED
Pain always teaches me
to make new things.
Less for what the things become
than for how the making
re-makes me
brave and grateful.
Early this morning,
under a cobalt, cloudless sky,
my steps each send instructions
up to worried, humble ears:
The bells are ringing.
It’s time you knew —
in your gripped fist
has always been
your specific
hallowed seed.
Release
that lifelong holding
into open hands
and here,
exactly as you already are,
break ground, dig down,
and simply, faithfully,
bury the seed.
In the moist eternal darkness,
let life split open
and become.
Poem 'Bury The Seed' by Brooke McNamara