The feet are the foundation for the heart and head, the physical roots of Self. They carry us. They know our struggles. They tell our story – a story of how we have lived, our relationships with others, our deepest strengths, and where we have stood through every weakness.
Whether standing in the shadows or on the front lines of our experiences, we directly connect those experiences to our roots.
When we humbly and courageously stand under our experiences as opposed to standing up to them, we begin to open our hearts, strengthen our compassion for ourselves and others, and to exercise the most clear and powerful voice of action, that of the higher self.
Let the music play, the beat tuned to the flow of my breath and the rhythm of my heart.
I am the amazing conductor of the orchestra of my life.
Its sound perfectly tuned.
Its measure justly syncopated.
Its harmony divinely aligned.
Oh, how lovely the notes and tones come together when I mindfully raise my baton with a smile and create just the right pulse and rhythm on which this ensemble plays on just for me.
The other day as I lay in stillness at the end of my yoga practice a sensation came over me, one of equanimity, of wholeness -a rather unfamiliar but wonderfully delightful and nostalgic sense of seeing and experiencing pure peace, joy, and perfection. It washed over me and surrounded me as if I was marveling at something on the outside, someone else’s greatness. Then I realized…this was the feeling I often had as a very young child. Pure peace and joy in who I am.
To know that it was all still there – the peace, the joy, the perfection – despite the countless blemishes and scars of a well worn life gave me such resounding hope – hope for the child within me, hope for the child within you.
It is in there, always, forever, no matter what…that we are whole, perfect beings, each and every one of us, each and every moment of our existence.
We just need to remember that.
And, as long as we can remember we will know peace and joy.
To be the master of my domain does not mean to have ultimate power and be in control of everything. Rather, it is to live in complete balance with all that exists in and around me and be in harmony with everything.
How is it flowers know just what to do? How to sprout leaves and open themselves up so unconditionally to the world? Is it trust? Courage? Or the lack of interference from fear and doubt as they engage their inner guidance system? Imagine a world where everyone were as open and intuitive as a flower.
Monday Mindfulness 