The pain weighs so heavy on my body,
Pressing deep into my chest,
Down into my bones,
Constricting every drop of my being.
Yet, the breath still flows
Light and free.
There is courage, hope, relief
As I recall that the pain is just a part of me.
No matter how sad, or mad, or defeated I want to feel,
The pain can never be bigger than me
Because the pain is just a part of me.
A rhythmic flow of thoughts, sensations and movement ripple along the surface.
There is a stillness in that rhythm, a fluid sense of presence, direction, clarity and completeness.
There is no pressing onward, no need for more. In the stillness, I am the me that I am to be.
So why do I seek waves and torrents when the stillness is the essence of my being?
A cake baked rich and full calls us to dive in. Taste buds perk up, enzymes dance with anticipation, the whole body awakens to receive the treat. In one bite everything else around fades away…thoughts, senses, feelings all tie into this moment. There is a full sense of aliveness, of nourishment, of awareness and special connection in knowing that this bite can never be duplicated and would never need to be. This bite fills the space of needing anything else. At one in this moment with this sustenance, we know it is enough. That is all we need to feel complete, full, satisfied.
Each moment in life is like that bite of cake, so rich, so filling, and completely satisfying when we are aware, when we allow ourselves to be fully consumed and to fully consume the deliciousness.
The cold and dark descend upon me like heavy clouds. My focus draws inwards. Folding into that stillness without resistance brings crispness and clarity. There I discover warm radiant light in the cool crisp darkness.
The waters span wide. The air open and clear. We fly in a world of abundance yet so often we swirl in competition for the perfect bite. Jockeying for our place in the sun. Diving deep for what feeds us with such reckless abandon. But, when we soar gently on the currents of the air, watch intently for the tell-tale shadow that slides below the glistening surface of the water, in that moment the abundance shines clearly …soaring and diving, not in fear of what others might take from us, rather in knowing there is plenty and we can in every moment be freely and completely fed.
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.
We must stand under in order to understand.
You can find love anywhere…when you take love with you everywhere.
