Welcome,
Friends.
Just fully arriving in the body as we begin our hair meditation,
Our liminal moon path.
Just settling into your body,
Just allowing yourself to fully arrive,
Perhaps allowing your mind to just let go of all that has come before this moment.
Feeling into the support beneath your body,
Those touch points of your back,
The sit bones,
Or perhaps the soles of the feet being held gently by the support beneath you.
Just allowing the weight to drop ever so slightly as if what is beneath you holds you.
You might offer a longer exhale,
Again,
Just softening the breath,
Just noticing what is present,
And with each exhale,
Just allowing the day to loosen its grip.
Any places of holding or density,
We're not leaving anything behind,
Just opening and softening the space surrounding,
Just allowing your mind to notice how much space arrives as you bring into your awareness a feeling of twilight,
Just letting your mind wander in to that in-between hour where it's not fully day,
Not fully night,
As the light begins to dim,
Edges begin to soften and blur as a threshold.
And feeling in,
Just feeling into the body,
Feeling the cool air against the skin,
How light begins to take on a silvery quality.
You may feel the moonlight as it travels through,
Just noticing the feelings in the ears,
How sounds carry differently in the twilight,
Perhaps allowing your mind to consider how we leave the day world of sharper definition.
And enter a greater world of sensing,
Just allowing your body to feel into the shift as you increase the exhale,
Allowing your body to feel a greater sense of connection to the support beneath it.
Now,
Off in the distance,
A hare appears.
This hare has long ears,
Sitting in the path,
Still alert and entirely present in their body.
Just notice how its body is quiet and yet alive with listening,
Attuned ears,
Eyes reflecting the dimming light,
Just becoming aware of how this hare does not rush nor announce itself.
How does your body respond to being in the presence of something that simply is,
Another being so aware?
Just feel your senses beginning to sharpen,
Feeling the changes and shifting in the skin,
In your hearing,
And perhaps what occurs in the peripheral awareness.
It is as if your body knows this twilight time.
Perhaps it knows what the hare knows before your mind comprehends or understands.
Just noticing what arises just before the naming,
This flicker,
A shift,
A subtle knowing,
Just letting yourself rest here in awareness and presence with the hare,
Just becoming aware that this is where intuition lives before our language forms around it,
Before the naming,
This twilight in between space is also part of you.
Noticing how the hare moves,
Sudden,
Precise,
Effortless.
This movement is not planned and yet known to its instinct.
Becoming aware of where your body might sense it wants to move,
Perhaps tiny impulses,
Micro shifts,
Deep internal,
Just noticing how twilight creates a noticing of a turning,
A softening,
Or perhaps a readiness.
You don't need to act,
Just feeling into the impulse,
The subtle quickening beneath the stillness.
And you might sense into the space surrounding the heart,
Just noticing how the breath is traveling through here,
How the moonlight and the hare offer this wisdom carried deep within your body,
Acknowledging that the hare walks between worlds.
The hare is creature of the moon,
Of its cycles,
Of unseen rhythms,
Just feeling into how it belongs to thresholds as you do,
To the moment before emergence,
To the space where something is becoming.
You might feel into the lunar field surrounding you,
Feeling the moisture on the skin,
Sensing into a subtle pole,
The tide within the body,
Perhaps calling forward growth.
The hare offers capacity for not overthinking,
Just moving through time and space,
Through deep present inner knowing,
Just allowing your awareness to see how it listens deeply,
How senses arise and how response rises organically.
Just holding this awareness that this lives within you too,
How your body too is a threshold,
Threshold between inner and outer,
Between instinct and image.
Just feeling the quiet alertness within you,
Awakened,
Not rushed,
But neutral and ready,
Touching that something inside that knows how to move when it is time.
And as the hare begins to fade back into the twilight,
You might whisper inwardly to your precious heart,
I trust the rhythm between thoughts.
I listen and attune before I name.
I move when the moment opens.
So just letting the breath deepen slightly,
Feeling back into your body here and now in this space,
Knowing this threshold remains within you.
And returning gently.