But with an end comes new opportunity. Death renews for new life. As one who has explored the never-ending cycles of life through my menstrual journeys, pregnancies, relationships and a lot of yogic philosophy, the time has come to walk my talk.
I’ve been too long in the void of surrender and letting go, waiting patiently for life to heal the wounds and hoping for some bolt of lightening from the sky to get me moving. But of course the lesson has been that my future is of my own making and the climb out of the void is long and sometimes dark. Of course the irony is that grief blocked me from the very thing I absolutely knew would be my saving grace. In my hurt and anger I abandoned my yoga practice and in that abandonment lost inspiration.
So what stirred? It built gradually, a return to asana and pranayama first. Kirtan has remained but it’s again daily, as is the practice and singing of bhajans, those beautiful prayers to the divine that challenge my mind to mastery of the Sanskrit and challenges my heart to open to the intention. A renewed and growing daily art practice is also a major release.
So now is the time for stepping into the new. Into increased creativity and openness. It feels good to be back on the horse.
Om shanti to one and all.