I have been following the US presidential campaign with great interest, staying up to watch live debates, listening to opinion polls and talking to friends about what will happen. Coming closer to the final day I felt in my gut that Donald Thrum would win
I woke up this morning to the news that Donald Thrump has got the majority votes for presidency of USA. I have no words, felt the temptation to call friends and share the shock of it in our world. I realize that today is 9th Nov , as in Europe we write it as 9/11/16. I know that my world on the outside has changed again and there is fright rippling across our planet. I know my friends all over the world are in similar disbelief and shock.
Everything in choose silence this morning. I choose to attend to my morning rituals of getting up, dressing into outdoor clothes, took my Thrive capsules as prescribed on an empty stomach, put on my Thrive DFT, then down stairs to let out the dogs. As usual my beloved’s phone alarm goes off as dogs are let out to poo and pee, confirming that I am on schedule with my commitment to morning ritual for these little beings. They as usual are waiting at the door with glee and excitement for a new day.
I then go to the horses in the stables. They as usual have heads over the doors, waiting. I break up a little hay to feed them and then spend time with I have been taking time with Tara to build up her trust and confidence in human interaction. Tara a rescue pony, that we got earlier this year. She does not like human contact due to abusive handling in her background. I felt more empathy toward her this morning for some reason. I used Tellington T-Touch techniques using slow circular movements over her heart area. She moved in closer than usual and moved back to smell my hands. Is she checking to see if I have a whip or knife or is she blessing my hands with her breath? Hands to write, I thought.
It is mild enough today in the west of Ireland. So after time with them, I decide to let them out on grass. I then come in, feed the dogs while James is prepping our morning green juice .
I sit in our living room to have my green juice and quickly check emails, following the need to see what Face book is saying re election results.
Then as per my morning commitment I went to my room to write the first pages of the day. This morning I felt stronger and more focused than ever before since my accident. I am even more disciplined to journal as part of my mediation practice ,so as to stay with watching of my mind and to watch where it can derail me.
Once morning writing is complete, I shower and change into better clothes for the day ahead
As I move through my morning , I hear internally lines Mary Oliver’s poem, Wild Geese
‘Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.’
I have longed for my muse since my accident in April. But pain, depletion and time to repair has kept me away from the deep writing place I can go to . Yesterday I had a conversation with a fellow poetess, about how my writing has left me and I do not know how to get back. “I know,” I said to her, that to stay with my morning rituals is key. To be with the horses in a therapeutic way, is for me to follow what is the next thing to do. “ I believe ,” I said that just doing that, in taking the next step I know to do , that it will eventually bring me back to my creative life. “
This morning, getting up as planned, staying on course with my commitments kept me steady and contained. I was safely inward as the outer world news changes again. I choose not to engage with it in conversation or fear based stories. Now, from this daily ritual I bless first my world, my close friends. I wrap myself in peace. No words from my lips but to dive more deeply in, to know my place and purpose in the family of things.