Weekly Zephyr #25: November 16th, 2017

Matt Rockefeller, The Wandering Mother, Year Unknown except to Matt Rockefeller and anybody who saw him work on it

All day, all night, and possibly for the rest of my life I would like to camp out in this image

Why does it make all my dreams come true? How does it fill me with longing and satisfy my longing at the same time?

1. It's so tall in every way, including tall with mystery 2. Night with lots of light in it > everything. 3. Awe without fear 4. She's so tireless and vigilant and tender, even if her face is a bit terrifying and doesn't give anything up 5. Campfire, little tent 6. We don't know if they're mother and child, those two campers.

They're just small and more small, and together for quite the peak experience

7. That mossy green 8. It almost makes me cry! Why? 9. Like if this picture were true, that's everything I hope for in the universe confirmed 10. I always just want to know if we're safe, and in this picture, we're safe but everything is still very large and exciting

One time I heard a voice. (This is true.)

It was in the autumn of 1999 and I was sitting on my bed in the evening reading Autobiography of a Yogi. (Have you read it? You'll know if you should. You'll self-select in or out. I urge in but who cares what I urge?)  I wish I remembered what passage I was reading when I heard the voice but I don't; I only know that our man Yogananda was talking about the Divine Mother.

It was just this one time that I heard a voice like this.

The voice was not in my head, but it also wasn't in the room, and it wasn't coming from somewhere else in my house. The voice felt like it was coming from a few feet over my head, but also like it was coming down through a tube towards my head. So I heard it in my head—like that's where the speakers were—but it originated farther up. Not inside me but not outside me, either.   

The sweetest voice, an unmistakably feminine voice, said, "I live forever."

   And that was it. I waited but nothing else happened.     I was startled, and I thought I probably should be alarmed, hearing a voice like that, but it was just so sweet and harmless and inscrutable. Like a fortune cookie delivered by a fairy, hanging in the air for a second.

two things for your rucksack

1. Static Back

I work at a posture therapy clinic. And listen, you, whoever you are: Spend time doing this exercise. It's not even really an exercise. You're just lying on the floor letting gravity and right angles help you come correct. Get a yoga mat or just a nice thick blanket and stretch it out and get yourself a chair that's a good height for your legs to do this, and then do this. Do it every day. Do it for a few minutes or as long as you want.

click on the resting man to go to the video

           2. While you're lying there you can listen to this  Weekly Zephyr #25: Giant Mother Sky Camp (a playlist)    

what if we're okay underneath it all what if we're safe even if we lose everything what if we're still safe

  that would be perfect.