Wishcasting Wednesday, December 2, 2009 – “What is your winter wish?”
Posted in Awareness, Body, Personal Practice, Wishcasting on 12/02/2009 11:54 am by AdministratorI have been in and out of the Wishcasting for the last couple of months. It was not intentional… things just happen. Today Jamie’s prompt (deceptively simple as ever) is “What is your winter wish?”
I read the prompt, an odd thing occurred. I decided I wanted to participate. I opened a new post and typed the header. Then I sat, looked at the prompt and went off to do other work. My world (almost imperceptibly) began to shift. A creeping awareness overtook my body. There was no great ‘Aha! That’s it!’ just a gentle knowing. A peaceful contemplation that began with a tingling in my head, which then spread to my spine and across my lower back, finally settling in my legs and arms; sensory knowing.
I kept coming back to the prompt. Each time I re-read “What is your winter wish?” I received images, feelings, emotions… no words. This odd thing of which I speak… it is not nameable… it is not foreign… it is though, a space, a place I find myself maybe once or twice a year, if I am fortunate.
I find myself open. The feeling inside me is ‘OPEN’, ‘VAST’, empty like a large white hilly field covered with snow before the geese find it. Pristine. I’m not sure why, but words have failed me of late. I cannot grasp a word, just the feeling of it. I cannot speak, but instead mime and give descriptions of what I would like the words to be. I know these things all sound disjointed, and even unrelated, but they are not.
When I reach inside myself and feel around for the light switch, I realize it is already on, but there is so much to see, feel, experience, I need a spot light to shine deep into the corners and crevices.
My winter wish… is simply to be in this oddly warm, ever unfolding state of the vast, open, expanses of my interior. I wish to experience each little thing that comes up, like a gardener or a zoo keeper tending each flower or bird that resides within their care. I wish to witness all that is within me, all that I feel within me. I resist the urge to ‘dump’ all of this out for examination and judgement of each piece. Instead, I witness and in the dreamy way our bodies perceive, I give myself over to life.















