I have been doing the Hokey Pokey with the holidays-one foot in the yoga circle and the same foot out. I want to keep my focus and what to get for my daughter-in-law and will my sons feel a little sad if I but them a goat for a hungry family and not the usual warm gear tumbles with Navasana and my beloved dog. This is a poem- my lasting favorite from Ursula LeGuinn that pulls me away from the abyss. I offer it to you dear yogis. May you swim strong at the edge of the holiday vortex.
Infinitive
We make too much history.
with or without us
there will be the silence
and the rocks and the far shining.
But what we need to be
is, oh, the small talk of swallows
in evening over
dull water under willows
To be we need to know the river
holds the salmon and the ocean
holds the whales as lightly
as the body holds the soul
in the present tense, in the present tense.
