I’m reblogging this seasonally appropriate post from my “yoga community blog.” It’s on my mind as I think about class tonight.
Last night I was feeling a little bit of existential, or was it seasonal, angst. Something about the quality of the light and the length of the day, and knowing that they won’t be getting longer for a while weighed heavily upon me. For all my talk of festivals of light and interiority, I was up against it. Feeling the twinge, I can completely understand why some people experience seasonal affective disorder, particularly in these northern climes. But trolling my Tumblr dashboard this morning I found a gem in Being’s response to an anonymous listener, looking for some poetry heard on the show. It included this treasure from Rilke, read by Joanna Macy, about both of whom I have blogged before.
Joanna Macy reads “Onto a Vast Plain” by Rainer Maria Rilke.
“Onto a Vast Plain”
by Rainer Maria Rilke; translation by Joanna Macy and…
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