Be the Daffodils on the Hill

daffodils on hill

I Wondered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth 1770–1850 William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Yoga 2
In the Meditation / Yoga class I am taking, we are being taught that the whole of your being must acknowledge that:
I am nothing
{I am not a wife, a mother, a writer, an employee…in.this.moment}
I do nothing
{I am not thinking about the past or the future…I am in the now, present with me and me only}
I want nothing
(I am enough in my muchness…I desire nothing}
The experience made me think of Wordsworth and his poem. The sweet spot of being and not being.
yoga and knitting 1
I’ve been delving back into the rhythm of knitting again. It’s been a few years. I recently took a Knitting Basics 101 class at our local Joann’s Fabrics Store. I needed a refresher. Turned out I needed to also learn how to hold the needles correctly and a few other elements of knitting that I’ve been doing incorrectly for, oh, I don’t know, 40 years? Let it be known that I’ve made some pretty awesome scarfs for not really knowing the “art of” knitting very well. I’d really like to make these ankle-warmers now that I’m fiddling around with yoga. Aren’t them darling — in a serenely colorful way? I truly believe that knitting, or crocheting, or painting, or any form of artistic expression, the process of doing or making, is meditative, too.
rain on window pane
There was rain today. Who knew? Certainly not the weather-woman at 4:45 a.m. this morning when I was looking at, and listening to, her forecast. Love the rain. It begs us to relax, reflect, to embrace the now.
Yoga knitting is the new
What are you dabbling in that’s new for you right now?  What are you revisiting and reviving back into your daily-ness?

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