My son G suggested that I write about the Mets. The title of the blog post is as close as I am going to get.
Honestly, the right hand side of the image is how I try to live each day. But if truth be told, I can dabble into the left on a daily basis as well; especially if I’m hungry, angry, lonely or tired. It’s as if my own self-belief can just dissolve away allowing self-importance, or whatever, to become the primary name of the game. I don’t stay there long though, and quietly lean back into the peace of the soul and rest in the gentle flow of unknowing.
I danced some Nia tonight up in the Serenity Space with the beautiful Kim Lane; wafted around on the undulating timbres as I coaxed my mind to let go, my body to relax and to move and breathe. It was my fourth class of the day, my eighth in two, if I include all of my single sessions, and I honestly felt no pain. I believe that might be a little bit what living in the creative flow of the unknown is like; just being in the moment with the music.
Oftentimes I’m asked by my own students to explain how yoga works. “Why do I feel so much better? How does this happen?” My answer is always the same: “Lean into the mystery and keep practicing.” I try to live my own life the same way. And it is a daily practice that requires a lot of give, an acceptance of all of it, and the desire and belief that loving it all anyway is ultimately all that matters.
Be careful out there in the days ahead. Stay in the flow. Trust the practice and believe.
Big Loving Namaste!