Expīrāre
To write that which does not feel inspired to be written
Is it irresponsible for a writer to release a piece of writing she has written yet have no comprehension of?
Today’s note holds such a piece, which made sense to my body and gave me images to connect with. I must admit though, that my mind drew a blank. I know, and do not know, what I’ve written. It wasn’t written by my egoic mind despite coming through me. I trust it though, the rightness it lands with on my soul. Some part of me re-cognizes it.
Over time, I’ve become a writer who is serious at writing while taking herself less seriously. So, release it, I will.
Expīrāre
Expire.
To exit the passage of time,
to exchange mortal for eternal
The eternal, in no rush to speak—
arriving in startling ways through its proxy—
shoving the clouds across my vista;
tossing the sand along its path;
rattling blades of grass;
slapping the leaves against each—
flaunting its radical antics
Expired, uninspired—
the breath
seeking to be with itself,
vanishing
into the ground of being
Dear heart, be moved.
Sometimes, our patterned mind cannot comprehend the ancient wisdom that flows through us. Are you curious about what may flow through you? What wants to be expressed and revealed?
Here are two writing dojos I have for you:
1. Weekly Writing Dojo running most Wednesdays
Time: 12:30pm - 1:30pm US ET; drop in for an hour to practice.
2. Perfect Imperfections: The ImperFect Writing mini-series starting June 6.
A series of three Fridays (90min each session) to unhook and unravel.
Time: 12:30pm - 2pm US ET
Come along~ I look forward to being in the field, "out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing," with you.
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Hello & welcome — I am glad you are here. I am Rosslyn Chay, facilitator, healer, poet—each of these, a very human attempt to mend our fractured relationship with our nature and free the truth of who we are from the weight of our history. The Dandelion Notes are field notes on my attempts.