A Poem for Plow Pose
"...may we finally turn the swords of our spines into plowshares, our arms into harnesses, our backs into the length of a field that prays, Please, something, grow." - from Plow Pose by Corie Feiner
As we plow ahead (pun intended:) into holiday season here in the states, I see a lot of stress. Stress that the food will not come out right, stress about family gatherings, stress about “good enough” gifts, about money… and then there is the worry of the world.
As I get ready for a day of cooking, I remind myself to breathe — consciously— and to cultivate curiosity about what is happening in my body, in my mind, and with those around me. This is my act of self-love today.
That, and taking as many yoga breaks as needed. Instead of plowing ahead, I want to cultivate peace, but it has to start within.
In my poem, Plow Pose, I grapple with the biblical quote -
They shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
I do think this is possible, starting with you, starting with me, starting with our breath, our thoughts, consciou…