I am up at dawn, make a cup of strong coffee, and sit on the firescape, adusting to the chill, fresh air, for it rained last night. I practice pranayama as I enjoy the panorama. Below the rats are running across the courtyard near the garbage cans. Above a clear blue sky with some soft whispers of pastel colored clouds, around are branches from a network of trees, without leaves, bare runed choirs where late the sweet birds sang. After ten minutes of breath-work I get a strong buzz as the prana flows in lungs, and moves through the sensorium. I exhale and hold, and count silently up to 200. Then I inhale and start another round for half an hour. I feel good.
Through the open window, I reach out for a book, which is perched on a tall pile of books I stacked up, intending to consult them as a scholastic mood determines my decisions. It is called Job’s Body, a book on body work, which I recently bought at a used bookstore for a few bucks. The first passage that I read I quote below, for it resonates with my breath and my body and my relationship to the trees and birds that make my life most meaningful.
“A successful relationship with reality must be learned as a dance is learned-not by contemplation- but by participation, by exertion of will, by movement, by action, and response. In order to derive strength from God and see the angels, it is necessary to enter into direct contact with them, to push against them with our muscles and feel them with our senses. We are formed not by abstract laws but by the intimacies of the wrestling match, where we struggle with universal forces until we begin to feel our individual forces grow in relations to them, Force must be met by force, and the structure evolves as the forces are balanced.” -Deane Juhan
“Take your well-disciplined strengths
and stretch them between two
opposing poles. Because inside human beings
is where God learns.” -Rilke
I feel the strong presence of the library angel. She guides me through my own books, collected over decades, and brings my attention to what I need to study next. The library Angel is in touch with my Daemon. This is where my faith comes from, where participation and contemplation coordinate action plans. From here, with the Imaginal Body as my guide, the world is becoming a great Ashram, as I attune as best as I can to my desired outcomes for this day, and every day, for me, is an Earth Day.