I taught online yoga again tonight.
It is such a blessing to guide these
beautiful beings back home—
back home to their bodies,
back home to their breath,
back home to their mind at peace.
When I teach yoga
I remember why I’m here,
why I exist,
why it’s important to keep going
even when my mind wants to give up…
because when I help my students
find their way home
I remember where my home is too.
More insight rather than foresight,
and I can feel what needs to be done
rather than rendering myself crazed
trying to strategize the rest of my life.
Breathe. Feel the home you live in,
this body, this heart beating.
There is so much wisdom here now.
The struggle is over; you are free.
You can slow down, breathe, relax
and enjoy now.
All your needs are met instantly,
before you even ask.
There is more love
than you’d ever know what to do with.
You are seen and heard and celebrated endlessly
for the gifts you bring.
You are truly wonderful; a miracle of existence.
Don’t worry, your mind doesn’t have to agree
in order for it to be true.
Panic won’t help.
Breathing will most definitely help.
Trusting will help.
But don’t tense up.
Tensing up won’t help.
Just feel your body softening, opening and relaxing.
Softening, opening and relaxing
will most definitely help.
Taking time to slow down and rest,
to be quiet and still and listen,
to let my awareness settle,
and feel my whole body alive in this moment.
On retreat I deeply feel and know
how important it is to slow down and take time
to just be.
Day to day living is hectic, chaotic;
disengaging from this frenetic pace
I can see how I’ve been pushing, pushing,
trying to get things done,
but never taking time to just be.
I can feel my body is exhausted;
I’ve been asking so much of it.
This whole weekend has been
one long exhale, finding presence,
remembering that there is nowhere else
but this moment, and I’m home.
Opening into spacious awareness,
relaxing open into the moment
as it presents itself,
this is my practice.
I’ve been working on identifying the feeling,
and breathing into the center of it…
then breathing out a willingness to feel.
Not change, fix, analyze, interpret, judge or understand,
but just feel.
I felt called to bring this practice to my students
and have had the privilege to teach
four times already this week.
I am so grateful for this work where
I find something that helps and heals,
and then I get to share it with others.
If I can just relax long enough to see it,
I can recognize that I am safe in this moment,
and that everything I was getting worked up about
was just stored memory in my body-mind.
I am actively trying to retrain this body-mind
to receive the message that ALL IS WELL
so that I can operate from a mindset of peace
rather than from one of reactivity.
Although the bulk of my work is invisible,
things are changing.
And when my inner world aligns
with the miraculous realm of
LOOK OUT WORLD!
Oh my mind,
why so sour today?
You’d be sour, too,
if you were expected
to figure this mess out.
You don’t have to figure this out.
Who told you that you did?
Well, you aren’t figuring it out yourself,
and someone has to do it.
Oh, sweetheart, just breathe and rest.
There isn’t anything to be figured out.
Just breathe and rest.
Now it’s the conversation
between the anxious one—
the one who tries so hard to be good
and doesn’t quite believe she’ll ever be good enough,
and the relaxed one—
the one who realizes
it’s all good, and wants the anxious one
to just relax, breathe,
let it go, let life be.
The relaxed one says to the anxious one:
Sweetheart, you’re doing fine.
Close your eyes.
This life is beautiful.
Can you feel it?
I love you.
Can you feel it?
I admire you, respect you, cherish you.
Can you believe it?
And the anxious one replies,
Well…if I could feel and believe all of that,
we wouldn’t be having this conversation,
now would we?
The relaxed one laughs
and gives the anxious one a hug,
and hugs and hugs and hugs
until the anxious one forgets
what she was anxious about.
Sometimes the most important part
of a conversation
has nothing to do with words.
So what WOULD happen
if I stopped trying so hard?
I mean, would the world spin off its axis?
Would the universe become unhinged?
Would people think less of me?
The answer is definitely NO to the first two,
and MAYBE to the third,
and in the end,
what does it really matter?
How do I stop trying so hard
after years and years and years
of my nervous system believing
that I would die if I didn’t?
I take a few breaths
and sigh loudly as I exhale.
I feel my body soften and relax.
My heart opens a little more,
my belly isn’t clenched so tightly,
the knots begin to untie.
None of this makes sense,
but maybe some of you can relate?
For a few days
I step away from the routine.
I sleep differently,
move my body in different ways.
I’m intentional with my time;
choosing only those activities
that deepen my connection with Spirit.
It’s a sacred time,
a prayerful time,
a time filled with infinite possibilities.
I dream that all sentient beings
may take such time for themselves.
As we retreat from the world outside,
we return to the home within.
No better welcome could ever be found
than the homecoming provided
by the One
who stands at the door of your heart
for your arrival.