Saturday's Active-Solitude Session

Folks - we’re meeting at 7am for Newcomers, and 8am for the regular Active Solitude session.

Here’s something to consider around this SouthWesterly direction.

• Wind: Lips

• Direction: SW

• Action: Abide

Themes: Eternity / Illusion / Immediacy

In the face of a terrible, bud-blighting wind such as Lips, how do you manage to abide?

We're going to talk about how to use the active solitude practices to survive, and thrive, during times while the world is being uprooted.

We can picture being down in a pit, tending our connection to the stones below the dirt.

Surrendering yourself to your place in the pit, your grip on time is released. From here you can find yourself peering out from inside the face of a clock.

Here’s Pausanias, in his Greek traveloque, from somewhere in the 2nd Century of the Common Era:

"I will also relate what astonished me most in Methana [in Argolis]. The wind called Lips, striking the budding vines from the Saronic Gulf, blights their buds. So while the wind is still rushing on, two men cut in two a cock whose feathers are all white, and run round the vines in opposite directions, each carrying half of the cock. When they meet at their starting place, they bury the pieces there. Such are the means they have devised against the Lips."