“There is in all things, a visible wholeness.”
So I got lucky today and I had a free hour and a bit to walk my favorite place, Jockey Hollow. I’ve blogged about it before, place of the great Tempe Wick: Post 61. This time though, I arrived a little later than I’d hoped and I had to come in the back way and begin. I started in reverse.
In every one of my yoga classes, even the restorative privates that I do, we practice inversions, turning things upside down. I’m never surprised in class as I know when it’s coming, and I kind of know what to expect. I’ve assisted many beginning students into headstands against the wall, sensed their trepidation, their literal mixupedness and been amazed at how they raise their legs up and go for it anyway.
Today, going backward in the familiar favorite of Jockey Hollow, I felt like those new yoga students. It was equal parts weird, refreshing and discombobulating. I noticed things that I had walked by thousands of times before and never even seen. I kept turning around to remind myself of where I was, sheepishly amazed at how much difference in perspective there was in 180 degrees.
The whole experience got me to thinking about truth and how there were so many different pieces to the gigantic experience that is my life. In fact, maybe I was wrong about a few things, might need to look at some old-standing resentments, could perhaps, even, change the way I approached and explored certain ways of being in order to gain a fresher outlook, bigger life, greater wholeness.
Oy Vey, all because I noticed an outhouse hidden in the woods, behind Tempe’s house, nestled by the barn, that I walked by a zillion times in my half century of life…………….
Such is the Bigness of this life! Onward.