Category Archives: work

Breathe and Remember

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Waiting.
Waiting to hear back about the interview.
They told me the end of next week.
Today was the end of the week.
Nothing. No word.
No email. No phone call.
I was really good at practicing detachment
all week long…
until this morning arrived.
Then I kept checking my phone
every few minutes.
Luckily I taught yoga twice
and saw a coaching client.
Thank God I had work to keep me busy.
How do I practice detachment here?
Oh. That’s right.
I breathe and remind myself
I have no control here.
I breathe and remind myself
I will be fine either way.
I breathe and remind myself
Everything in my life
is an  opportunity to awaken.
I breathe and remember to be grateful.

I’ll Keep Working

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Most of my work is invisible,
and the fruits are so sweet,
but only I can taste them.
I want to share this work,
these experiences,
but words fail me.
They tell me to get a real job.
I have a real job…
two of them, in fact:
I am a mother
and I am a yoga teacher.
I work and work,
mothering and teaching yoga
but somehow the numbers don’t line up.
Then I wonder about the unseen world.
Could it be that the work I’ve done there
will at some point be made visible here?
All I know is that I must keep doing this work.
I pray for the strength and the faith to keep going
when I’m not sure how I’ll make it through the month.
I’m tired. I’m lonely. I want connection. I want closeness.
I’ll keep working,
and maybe the path will be made clear.

A Huge Success

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I taught a meditation workshop today
and only three people showed up.
From a profit-driven business standpoint,
it was a miserable flop,
not worth the time invested.
Luckily, I have access to other standpoints.
So when a young woman approached me
after the workshop, crying,
sharing that she remembered her deceased father
during our lovingkindness meditation,
when she appeared bewildered by her emotions
(even apologized for them),
and when I was able to praise her for her courage
and share with her that it was an honor and a privilege
to bear witness to her process—
I knew something bigger was at play here.
Today wasn’t about me turning a profit,
it was about me touching a life.
It wasn’t about material abundance,
it was about human connection.
It wasn’t about my personal glory,
it was about beholding the radiance
of a sweet soul coming home
after a long time away.

From this standpoint,
my workshop was a huge success,
and I am proud of the work that was done.