"Warriorship is so tender,
without skin, without tissue,
naked and raw. It is soft
You have renounced putting
on a new suit of armor. You
have renounced growing a thick
You are willing to expose naked
flesh, bone, and marrow to
The image of warriorship as soft and gentle is fascinating to me. I fell in love, for a moment, last month. I fell in love with rugged hockey-playing stature coupled with acute sensitivity and honesty. I fell in love with passion expressed with such vulnerability that I could see through skin. Warriors are rare.
I fall in love with moments of truth, with shared emotion, with feeling-tones exuded, and I fall in love with stillness. I fall in love with foggy redwood groves and flowing waters where harbor seals play. I fall in love with smiles in elevators. I fall in love with easeful moments of connection.
We weather emotional battles, whether alone or with others; practical battles in the flurry of a day; logistics and laundry, and, yes, sometimes simply remaining upright.
The over-effort of the past weeks led to tears that fell in yoga this evening when the teacher reminded us that sometimes it's just as necessary to allow ourselves opportunities to be easeful. I wanted to curl into that statement, into the ease of fluid connections with the world around me. And I am.