Last Monday, February 3, I sustained a shoulder injury that restricts my range of motion, certainly in my yoga practice, but also in my everyday life. I have more to say about how that happened, and what I am learning from it. But suffice it to say that one receives a lot of advice when something like this happens. Some advice may be sought, while other advice may be unsolicited. Some of it may be helpful, and some may be annoying. I am experiencing the full range. Apart from any stable fields of reference, such as the disciplines of science/medicine or the yogic arts, how are we truly to evaluate such advice? I found this little gem in A Year with Rilke that may provide a clue.
In the Asylum Garden
The abandoned cloister still encloses the courtyard
as if it were holy.
It remains a retreat from the world
For those who live there now.
Whatever could happen has already happened.
Now they are glad to walk the trusted paths
that draw them apart and bring them back together,
so simple and willing.
Some, on their knees beside the planted beds,
are absorbed by what they are tending.
When no one can see, there is
a secret little gesture they make.
To touch the tender early grass,
shyly to caress it.
The green is friendly and needs protection
from the rose whose red can be too fierce
and can overpower once again
what they know in their hearts to be true.
Still the inner knowledge is always there:
how good the grass is and how soft.
Excerpt From: Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows. “A Year with Rilke.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/azUFv.l