I’m normally luckily lazy on Sundays, like lie around in my p.j’s all day kind of lazy, like don’t answer the phone because talking is too much effort lazy, like letting Bevie bring me breakfast on a tray lazy; lusciously lazy, loving it. But this Sunday, out of the house, hatted, scarfed and gloved, heading towards a nook and cranny place called Hyland Hills to meet a friend and learn about the power of connection, unconditional love of Self, and what it’s like to do something that the world would tell you was impossible.
In my line of life I am quite fortunate to often be offered the invitation to see what is not easily seen, to intend toward the offering and yoke. The Yoga Sutra goes: “Atha Yoga anushasanam,” Now the practice of yoga begins. And on this slippery slope, I suddenly realize that the day that I have planned is not necessarily the day that I get, or, in fact, oftentimes the day that I imagine is never as good as the day that I get or, put simply, to stay in the moment and believe in the magic of what reveals is so much more awesome than anything I could ever hope to get. Such is this particular Sunday and the sweet, surprising, succulent gift that I was given. It’s powerful and humbling, tender and magnificent, ananda-making, light-filled, and felt a hell of a lot like True freedom.
Thank you Karyl and The Courage Kenny Rehabilitation Institute!