I don’t stay stuck in ruts, mental or otherwise, anymore. This is not a boastful statement. It’s hard-earned and built on belief, effort and awesome fellowship. I spent Father’s day for the third year in a row without the physical presence of my father and yet I felt the legacy of him all around me and within me.
Last year I wrote a post about how he had always taught me to end things properly. This lesson has served me well in life, even when I finished things messily only to go back, later on, and amend my behavior to, well, clean up my side of the street and be the person I believed I was meant to be.
This year I realized that Bob Bob had always encouraged me to set the bar high, not just stubbornly aspire to achieve big things; it was more an admonition to tenderly embrace the goodness I had been given in life and offer it out as an expression of possibility and hope to live life as fully and reverently as I could, each and every day.
It reads kind of hokey and stilted, even to me, and yet I must confess that as a daily choice it’s much easier in theory than in practice. But, in the spirit of accepting the invitation to live and love fully, and also in teary and grateful recognition of my father, I’m going to lay myself out there in challenge offering up five transformative goals to be reached by the end of this year……
- Create a functional yoga therapy program to be introduced into hospitals for ADHD and autistic kids and their caregivers.
- Finish the play and get it produced.
- Rest more….and be still in mind, body and spirit.
- Start a Friday afternoon Yoga, Music and cocktail club. All are invited.
- Sunday Yoga Nidra!
It’s all about the daily surrender, that glimmery nano second between the inhale and the exhale when any dream can be foreseen and all manner of possibility unfurls and is revealed: The Spirit of me unfathomable, incandescent and so so tenderly received.
Love you always Bob Bob.
Big Loving Namaste!