a good habit

Holly Wren Spaulding writes in her recent post on The Dignity of Rhythm.

The Shaker’s have a saying that has served as a sort of guiding mantra for me: Every force evolves a form.
 
Our energy and attention shapes outcomes. For example, a writer who commits to nourishing her love of poetry by reading a single poem every day, first thing, will soon find that her own writing is changed for the better because of this ritual and discipline.
All day long, we have opportunities to give form to our energies and desires. Every force evolves a form.

Likewise a photographer who commits to a daily photo walk will find her work changed for the better.

Holly is right. She speaks of habits.

An unshakable commitment to showing up to work in all its forms, can change one's life in all of the ways one may want to change that life, from making it more beautiful, to providing more purpose, to provoking everyday revolutions in how one engages with one's surroundings.
The rhythm of regular practice trains the body/mind to perform without undo effort or suffering. In this way, we evolve. In this way, we live in accordance with our deepest values and intentions.

Walking reconnects me with nature. Moving slowly and thoughtfully I am reminded of my love for things old, worn, unadorned, and imperfect. The rhythm of footfalls heightens my senses so that I notice and pay attention.

“Will you be my boyfriend again?”

I must have stood before these words, written in chalk on the brick wall, a long while. A simple question, yet one not easily answered.

A plea to be loved?
An act of vulnerability? Or manipulation?
An apology?
A wish, a hope, a prayer?
A longing?
A grand gesture?
A desperate measure?

Walking away, I take comfort in knowing that this habit is good for me.

More compassion. Fewer expectations.
Deeper feeling. Wider understanding.

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