torrents

Apologies for the pic-less posts of late. I will probably download some images later this evening and catch up tomorrow.
Rain is coming down in buckets, bless the deluge. The earth needs it. Unfortunately it's coming down so fast, she won't be able to soak it up as thirsty as she is, and will flood.
Is anyone else wondering what's going on around the planet? Hurricanes, earthquakes? I was kidding this morning saying it was the rapture. But I think the great mother is supremely pissed off at us for whacking everything so out of balance. We need to love her more. Worship the ground you walk on. Really, I mean it.
After a week of chanting, I'm more wound up than wound down. It breaks my heart. Breaks it wide open.
When I went over to Omega in the pouring rain today, I noticed that the title of Elisabeth Lesser's new book is "Broken Open" and it hit me in the heart, since I'd been walking around all week saying I felt like my heart was broken open, and I had no idea that was the title of her book, even though I was at the reading mid-week. (I am writing in run on sentences today.) It was just one of those synchronicities, like the poem I wrote about chanting last year around this time, which has a lot of one, one, all one's in it, and when KD's new cd All One came out, I was like, wow, how wierd. They were recording it last year right around the time I was playing with the poem, and feeling like crap because I had Lyme disease, and sad because I hadn't actually gotten to be a part of the kosmic kirtan posse.
After a Dance Your Bliss class with Rachel Fleishman, I melted down. Lay there in savasana just crying with the rain. Torrents down my checks. Heaving (heaven) chest. Silent (sacred) sobs. And I so wanted to stay with that and let it drain me out. But the moment comes and goes, everything changes in an instant. And Rachel and I headed for the sauna gabbing away.
The electric energy that has been pulsing in my body all week, nervous energy, excited energy, finally had it's outlet. Since I worked from home all week, I didn't get to karate classes, and feeling all that blocked up energy released, reminded me of what a blessing it is that I have the practice.
So many practices so little time. Those hours I spend counting the minutes at my day job just fly when I'm actually living. I really have to work on turning the day job into a practice -- a devotional practice -- something I keep thinking about when I'm not there. And seems particularly difficult to put into practice when I am.
But that's why they call it practice.