I will not regret love.
I will not regret hope.
I will not regret that I still
love the trees and the wind song.
That even through grief
I have found the world generous.
That even through ruin
I have found solace
in the blackbirds call.
by Nikita Gill
A strong, almost defiant poem here from the Irish-Indian writer and poet Nikita Gill. I like how she has embraced social media to share her poetry and how this makes her words current and het ability to respond through poetry to what happens in the world, almost instant.
It resonates with me as a powerful intention to keep expanding my perspective rather than getting sucked into one dominating storyline in my internal world or on the news. And I’m so grateful for the practice of mindfulness to support in doing so – the simple but powerful skill to notice what’s here and without denying or pushing away, find the wider view again and again.
Our colleague Heather often illustrates this by holding her thumbs (as a representative for what’s difficult in our experience) close to her eyes so it’s hard to see anything, and then stretching out her arms, the thumbs have not gotten any smaller but don’t dominate the whole visual field anymore. So yes, there’s grief and ruin, but also generosity and blackbirds, precious memories and current love.
Let’s stay hopeful as this new year is getting underway, and let’s continue to find the bigger picture…
PS if you’d like to access this (and other!) superpower(s) for yourself, join us in the next training of mindfulness – click here to see when that might be…
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