I enjoy your passion for naming and it stimulates me to explore a different relationship with the Buddhist ‘naming’ as a meditative and movement practice.
Reading this Desire to Name blog, I feel delight, wonder, amazement and my belly feels warm.
I feel the extraordinary diversity of being, the colours and shapes and sounds of the ‘horizontal’ human life
When I read your haunting poems about Longing in the previous blogs, I feel a familiar pulling up and forwards and an emptiness inside that murmurs that it will never, can never be filled , can never be satisfied. I have often wondered in my many times of longing, in my habit of longing whether it is a misplaced impulse, longing for something or someone on the’ horizontal’ when in fact , the impulse belongs to a craving for the Divine.
Longing for me is definitely not desire – in fact, I feel as if it stands in the way of desire, tempting me to step out of the moment, into a condition of non-commitment.
Thank you Mary.
Thank you
Warm love Sandra xx
Warm data in a lemon/woman poem…x
I love this poem too! x
Desiring the process – desire for the process…
that seems to be close to ‘being with change’
thank you for your postings Mary x
A few meandering thoughts …
I enjoy your passion for naming and it stimulates me to explore a different relationship with the Buddhist ‘naming’ as a meditative and movement practice.
Reading this Desire to Name blog, I feel delight, wonder, amazement and my belly feels warm.
I feel the extraordinary diversity of being, the colours and shapes and sounds of the ‘horizontal’ human life
When I read your haunting poems about Longing in the previous blogs, I feel a familiar pulling up and forwards and an emptiness inside that murmurs that it will never, can never be filled , can never be satisfied. I have often wondered in my many times of longing, in my habit of longing whether it is a misplaced impulse, longing for something or someone on the’ horizontal’ when in fact , the impulse belongs to a craving for the Divine.
Longing for me is definitely not desire – in fact, I feel as if it stands in the way of desire, tempting me to step out of the moment, into a condition of non-commitment.