When all the world is closing in
The curtains sheer
The walls too thin
And fingernails scratch
Down the backbone of your life
Notice the spine
How it bends and twists
And notice the gaps
The space between
Notice the breath how it moves within
Noticing noticing everything
My very best friend
What has got us in this state we’re in
Because there could be an explosion!)
This is what I notice
Is that I build and build and build
About a thing
Or several things
An issue, a topic a problem a conundrum
Winding tighter and tighter until my guts are in a muddle
That I can’t see around
And nothing flows right
That’s the worst thing
Being out of step, lost the tune, everything in the room
And a sense of impending doom
Turns the whole world a dirty
Shade of brown
Those two lines in my brow
Above my nose
And my husband suddenly can’t be found
Which is when I need my best friend, I really need her
To hear me instead
She tells me to get out of my head
And into my heart
I sit down
Folding inwards on my mat
Touch my brow to the ground
In child’s pose
Knees to chest
To the wisdom
That she whispers
And I realise – I’ve been doing it again
Being too serious
They’re just things
Let them go
My arms drop their load
Straight into Gods hands
And as the bands loosen around my chest
A small smile forms
Around grateful thanks
Whispered softly again and again
The power of yoga and meditation. The power of gratitude and releasing the load to a higher power.
Accepting we are telling ourselves stories – and they are stories that we don’t have to believe in. Participate in.
It’s all just fiction.
Put it down like a book you’ve grown tired of
The bravery to sit with ourselves at our very worst moments instead of escaping – as others do – into distraction or addiction or ignoring our own inner wisdom.
This has been a great practice for me – and practice – the very word itself means we don’t have to be perfect at it. We may never be perfect enlightened beings.
It’s a daily thing.
Like waking up. Brushing your teeth.
Choosing your clothes
Choosing your thoughts
And always returning to the breath when we feel lost
I hope it might bring something to you.
Namastay – an overused word but truly the light in me sees the light in you – even though we can’t sometimes see it ourselves – it is always there.
All humans are connected through that thing that we share (and I wrote about it here in the poem Universal Truth)
We are dying
Ram Dass says “we’re all just walking one another home” and I believe that.
Blessings to your day, write on, write on and keep on keeping on