Guest blog post by Cecemmana 3 graduate Cathy Fong.
From the depth of winter, in early January, here are my prayers for you.
May you be able to find deep quiet somewhere, to hear what is true for you.
May you love the “soft animal of your body”* and remember to feed it what it asks of you.
May you be ok with rest and dormancy and trust that when your seeds are ready to sprout, they will.
May you know that your ancestors dreamed of you, and that now you are here, realizing their dreams, and that your life is a gift, and that right now many other living beings feel this gift that you are sharing with them.
May you keep growing at your edges, wherever they may be, despite the scars and calluses.
May you make friendship with the land, because if you really look at it you will see that you are the land, and the land is you.
May you make friendship with the animals, because you are the animals, and they are you.
May you make friendship with the humans, because you are human, and humans are you.
May you make friendship with the plants, because you are the plants, and they are you.
May you make friendship with the water, because you are the water and the water is you.
May you say what you need to say and trust there is value in your experience.
May there be people, or trees, or bodies of water to listen when you speak.
May you feel heard, understood and connected.
May you be there to listen to someone else deeply, so that they know what it is like to feel heard, understood and connected.
May you know the joy of community and of being being in small or large groups of people, and to learn from and to share with.
May you find mentors and elders, young and old, to learn from and to share with.
May you have fun.
May the winter cold help wake your senses to the life that is everywhere.
May you ask yourself each morning what your intentions are for this day and for this life and then really listen to what you have to say and make it happen.
Thanks and love to my Cecemmana cohort and to my teachers; your compassion, brilliance, integrity and vision have taught me so much. Love and safe passages to my uncle, who is in hospice and leaving San Diego’s pleasant weather for the next adventure.
*Thanks to Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese for that phrasing.
And happy new year everyone!