My Psalm 23
Growing up, my Grandmother and my Mother taught me to recite Bible verses and Psalms. Out of all the ones I knew, Psalm 23 was my favorite. The idyllic imagery, the nods to nature and the comfort of a protector through life’s dark valleys resonated with me. A few weeks ago, I spent a beautiful day with a close friend wandering in the forests of Princeton. She led me through some improv yoga amongst the rocks. We ended our shavasana with silent meditation.
As I melted into the sounds around me, Psalm 23 came to my mind for the first time in years, but in its own form for me.
Nature is my Shepherd
I shall not want.
My Spirit lies down as I inhale,
Still, Still,
Still.
Eyes shut, melding my soul around it all
You lead me beside still waters
I know when to refill
I restore my soul
My intuition traveling through the roots of the Universe.
Still, Still, Still.
Here.
Breathing very very alive. For my paths to take.
Even though I scroll through the valley of the shadow of Death
I will fear no evil for my guides have met me.
My intuition and community comfort me.
I repeatedly prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
My face turned towards the sun; all is One.
Anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness, kindness and mercy shall move through me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell rooted within myself,
Forever.
What I’m watching:
Venus is in Scorpio so I’m leaning in with Dracula 🩸 🧛♀️
What I’m Listening To:
What I’m Reading:
