You do not need to know what comes next
I wish I read more poetry. When I encounter beautiful word art someone has posted, I feel moved by a current to new ways of being. (I’m entertaining suggestions for beginning more poetry in my life, if you have any!)
This one by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer in Naked for Tea, held my worrywort self in a woven blanket of comfort. It reminds me that being as present as possible in a precarious world creates safety. I hope it soothes your nights and days as well.
Note to Self Above the Paradox Valley
You do not need to know what comes next.
There is always another storm, and you
cannot hang the tent out to dry before
it has gotten wet. You cannot shovel snow
that has yet to fall.
Put down the shovel. Breathe
into the dark spaces of your back,
feel how they open like cave doors
to let in the light.
Let your face soften. Let the creases
fall out of your brow. The mind,
no matter how clear, will never become
a crystal ball.
The wisest part of your body
knows to run when it hears
the first crashes of rock fall.
It does not pause then to consider
metamorphic or igneous,
nor does it hesitate to wonder
what might have pushed them down.
It is no small thing to trust yourself.
It’s okay to cry. It is right
that love should shake your body,
that you should find yourself trembling
in the rubble and dust
after all your certainties come down.
Your breath has not left you.
Here is the morning rain. It opens
the scent of the leaves, of the air.
All around you the world is changing.
What are you waiting for?
Here is the cup of mint tea
growing stronger in itself.
Here on this cliff of uncertainty
there is a stillness in you
so spirited, so alive
the wisest part of your body
To balance soothing and action,