May 2009

Surrender

I have been working on surrender for some time now and came across the following narrative by Henri J.M. Nouwen which was powerful for me:

The Flying Rodleighs are trapeze artists who perform in the German circus Simoneit-Barum. When the circus came to Freiburg two years ago, my friends Franz and Reny invited me and my father to see the show. I will never forget how enraptured I became when I first saw the Rodleighs move through the air, flying and catching as elegant dancers. The next day, I returned to the circus to see them again and introduced myself to them as one of their great fans. They invited me to attend their practice sessions, gave me free tickets, asked me to dinner, and suggested I travel with them for a week in the near future. I did, and we became good friends.

One day, I was sitting with Rodleigh, the leader of the troupe, in his caravan, talking about flying. He said, “As a flyer, I must have complete trust in my catcher. The public might think that I am the great star of the trapeze, but the real star is Joe, my catcher. He has to be there for me with split-second precision and grab me out of the air as I come to him in the long jump.” “How does it work?” I asked. “The secret,” Rodleigh said, “is that the flyer does nothing and the catcher does everything. When I fly to Joe, I have simply to stretch out my arms and hands and wait for him to catch me and pull me safely over the apron behind the catchbar.”

“You do nothing!” I said, surprised. “Nothing,” Rodleigh repeated. “The worst thing the flyer can do is to try to catch the catcher. I am not supposed to catch Joe. It’s Joe’s task to catch me. If I grabbed Joe’s wrists, I might break them, or he might break mine, and that would be the end for both of us. A flyer must fly, and a catcher must catch, and the flyer must trust, with outstretched arms, that his catcher will be there for him.”

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

I also came across some amazing underwater photographs by Gregory Colbert that somehow fit with Nouwen’s quote
and remind me of how, across species, we are all here to catch each other.

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Seeds

Drop the seed, cover it, pat the warm earth down. Water it black. What else? Roethke heard the sucking and sobbing of cuttings putting down roots, resurrecting themselves. I hear nothing from these seeds and spindly tomato plants. But I do like sitting here in the evening air, watching the wet soil, knowing it’s primed with hours of my work and its own latent power. Drop in the seed and the dirt takes over, the moist warmth, the dark. It’s mystery now, out of my hands. But I want to follow. I want to understand what begins to wake the seeds. I want to hear that inaudible moan or hum, that chant of all the lives and parts of lives that dirt composes — I hear it after all, in my mind — that steady call, alive down there, that cannot rise without seeds, that even now enfolds them with its infinitesimal vibration, urging them remember now, remember now, it is time to remember yourself.
— John Daniel in The Trail Home: Essays

Lately, I’ve had the pleasure of watching vegetables grow from seed, and of cooking and eating them right out of the garden. So incredibly simple and basic and yet so mysterious. I see more and more back yard and side yard gardens these days…one of the good spin offs of the economic downturn. What are you waiting for? Find a seed, some dirt and some water and a miracle will happen.

Peace, Yvonne www.lunaguitars.com

Watch some amazing time lapse photography of seeds germinating here!
http://plantsinmotion.bio.indiana.edu/plantmotion/earlygrowth/germination/germ.html

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