Let this poem be a coat rack
you leave something on.
Something that you will be better off without.
Something that if you no longer carry its weight
then the scent of your love will reach others
and help draw them from their places of hiding
and their own shields they won’t need anymore.
The world will be known as more miraculous,
tender, fun and always giving,
and then your hands, will carry God with you
wherever you like to go.
You could set Him all around in places
that you wish Him found.
The ebbs and flows of life. They never cease. It is only our response to them that changes. Ever since that day when my trust was broken and my heart fell straight out of my chest, only to be carefully picked up and pieced together by my dear friends and family, I have been given an incredible opportunity. The opportunity to master my response to life.
Yoga gives us that opportunity every time we come to the mat. Every time we enter into a difficult pose. We can hold it together, push through being uncomfortable, test our strength.
And then. When you are in it. Really in it.
Can you let go a little more?
Can you breathe a little deeper?
Can you crack a smile? Maybe even laugh at yourself?
This is what yoga teaches us. Life requires us to be strong and remain resilient in the face of adversity. But can you find a way to soften in the midst of it? to be a little more flexible? This is how we create room for transformation and growth. By allowing things to come to us. We learn to give ourselves up to whatever the moment brings.
An effortless oneness with what is.