An exercise in mindful work, patience and loving oneself

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4874D3E5-00DF-489F-AAF3-F3BFB8CFAF92.jpegAn exercise in mindful work, patience and loving oneself… today while at work I decided to use my left hand as the pulling out of nails from ceiling joists was mundane. My strong yet uncoordinated left hand happily took the job and began awkwardly pulling nails, its movements were unsure and a bit jerky. I noticed my minds initial reaction was to just use my right hand and complete the job quickly but I decided instead to encourage my left hand to look at it like a young child learning a new skill, to be patient and aware, to feel that awkwardness and realize that must be how I felt as a baby learning to walk (only without a comparison). I worked slowly feeling my muscles seek to learn these new movements feeling each ribbed drywall nail freed from the wood as I pried, aware of the dust that fell on my face shoulders and head. Truly aware, in that moment experiencing it gently and compassionately. 

 

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Sit Before You Begin

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Sit before you begin, hands at rest, palms open.

Sit before you begin, breath deep feeling your heart open.

Sit before you begin, grateful for this moment and all that has lead to it.

Sit before you begin, letting go and letting flow.

Pause before you begin, making sacred all you do. 

Pause before you begin, feeling grace like rain soak your being.

Hands at rest, palms and heart open. Grateful, centered in the moment and flowing. Your life, sacred and filled with grace, now you may begin…

Birthday Blessing 

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Both Hands raised, gnarled and twisted like branches of an old apple tree she holds them steady, radiating an abundant blessing. Her love Is palatable, tender fruitfulness and motherly strength, her beauty continues to give life and blessing. Her trueness, her secure naked soul unhindered by youth or vanity, her giving; pure and free flowing. Stripped by the love she gives, nourished by the spirit within, she’s fully blossomed wise and radiant, full and rooted. In the shade an warmth, all beneath her branches grow in blessing… ~Edward Donato 2017

Truer Vision 

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I see better with my hands I sense better by touch, like following the lines left by the original sculptor I feel her intention, his love, strength and desire. As my hand slowly passes over I feel the subtle temperatures and texture, the contour and variations. I feel the weaknesses the vulnerabilities, the fractures and scars. I feel the perfection the strength and power. I appreciate it all and can sense the wisdom and balance achieved by the creator…With my hand I am not deceived by shadow or lens, I feel the energy pass trough my fingers directly to my heart. 

True Self

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Deep underwater the pressure squeezes my entire being, a faint light flickers above, my feet are bound in seaweed and grass, my arms burn with exertion as I force myself toward that shimmer, my lungs are screaming for air as I clench my mouth and jaw shut resisting the unrelenting urge to breath in. With each stoke of my weakening arms the light expands, drawing from that light and almost as if it was pulling me I stroke again and again. Now only feet from that summit, that edge, I desperately covet. The closer I get the more my body supplicates for that life giving air, to be freed from that murky hypothermic water of bondage. Fire now burning within, my head crests and then explodes out of that wretchedness, my mouth unbolts with force as that sacred breath floods my lungs, my body lightens as that air brings me buoyant! Empowered I reach down and rip those shackles from my feet, the moon illuminates the shore her reflection becomes a path as I swim to life…

Rinascere

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Paper to love our currency must transform, bringing true abundance and wealth.
Aggression in our action and tongue we smelt burning away the impurities revealing the truth which is our fear, Sitting with fear, with true compassion, courage and strength will transmute the venom to true medicine.
Bars and arsenals will melt into art of freedom and peace.

 

An ocean of influence

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imageWhen you receive something made by me you not only behold an object crafted by the hands I employ, you receive a part of me, a part of my history, my experience, my relationships, triumphs and failures. All these underlying bits that make up a deeper part of the structure of the physical object you now have are invisible, silently resting within and around it. Those precious weekends spent with my late eldest brother as he quenched my thirst to learn; sharing the mysteries of welding and leading me into understanding. The endless household projects my mother asked and allowed me to do which unknowingly lead me to a deeper understanding of not only the task but myself, teaching me the much needed virtues of seeing things through to completion, knowing there is a way to resolve all issues and the trust a courage to face my fears. The invisible I-beams of love and constant “positive energy” my grandmother told me she was always sending me that also make their way into my work. The finesse taught by the dear man who took me under his wing and shared his wisdom and love like I was a son and of who I considered my father. So much is part of our lives, and flavors what we do, so much is unseen and unknown from the outside like vast oceans under which lay an entire world. When you behold anything made by another imagine these things, appreciate not only the hands, mouth, or mind that created them but the ocean of others (your self included) that all contributed a piece of themselves too. Do good!

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Edward Donato

From the Earth

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Cool and damp I lie content in darkness when I am shaken and loosened from the constant embrace I was in, a warm light pours over me. I feel myself being lifted, I hear a sound, a calming and gentle sound. I feel pressure and squeezing, I feel my being change with each constriction of those two warm beings. Again I hear that calming sound as I listen intently and in appreciation for its rhythmic and low vibration like the rumble of thunder as it fades and penetrates. I feel my self becoming warm and loose as I am massaged continuously. There begins, a sensation of form of order about myself, once again I hear that gentle sound now though the rhythmic sound begins to be understood with each warming touch and softening kneed I hear thanks, and adoration, now completely submissive and pliable I hear love, I realize this is all focused at me saturating me with its very energy. My spirt now awakened I hear “what form shall you take precious earth?” As I am massaged and folded an odd desire possesses my spirit, an urge, an inner questioning, never before felt, never before asked, an exhilaration of possibility fill my essence! Thoughts of many different forms flood through me as I envision all the beauty I’ve seen. There is one form that begs from within to be realized and as soon as I acknowledged it without any attempt to communicate it I feel the warm hands that brought me out of the Earth begin to shape me as if connected to my consciousness.

  

Edward Donato