Every Wednesday, the middle of the week, “Hump Day,” the one which must be gotten over, Parker Palmer shares his wisdom over at On Being. The poem he selected, and this sentence in particular, caught my eye.
At the sun’s midpoint
did you notice a pitch of absence,
bewilderment that invites
Bewilderment that invites the possible. How truly magnificent to be able to see our confusion as bearing potential.
Last night, while teaching over at Sangha Yoga Collective, it struck me how truly remarkable it was that I could actually do a down dog, after my shoulder injury. I have recovered that much. And in this light, “again with the Rilke,” how evocative the line in this poem is of this earlier post I had written, on “Metamorphosis and Sadness.”
Attach neither to the bewilderment nor the possible, neither the sadness nor the change. These states cycle through one another, partly through the exercise of the power of choice, the choice to ask yourself whether another way is possible.