Dear Yogis,
For some reason this week it felt so good to stand on my
head. I go up at least once each time I
practice, but typically I arrive, take a few breaths and make my way back to
the earth. But this week was
different. Once I arrived I wanted to
linger. A different view. A different perspective with my toes touching
the sky. Suddenly being upside down was
exactly where I was supposed to be.
Seeing my life from the ground up opened some new awareness.
I glance over at my computer screen which is dark as it
takes a much needed nap. No graphs,
spreadsheets or charts. Black. But I look once more and I see it. A reflection in the screen of the woods
behind me. Muted grays, browns and white
as the trees hold their ground in the cold. It all appears so different from this
angle. Serene and steady.
As I walk past the refrigerator I catch a glimpse of myself
in its doors. Seeing me, seeing me. Oh yes, there you are…. I remember the day I
bought it. Choosing the shiny black one
over the more popular stainless steel because it would always reflect the world
back to me. A daily gift.
The side of my foot has been hurting for the last few days
as if the skin is rough and irritated. I
assume it is cracked from the cold but can’t quite find a position to stand or
sit in which I can get a good look. It
is in one of those perfect spots that is just out of view. It isn’t until I walk into my closet which holds my full length
mirror that my issue is unveiled to me.
A small slice, red and irritated.
Poor foot. I go and sit to
massage it with coconut oil.
Winter is the time to slow w a y down. A chance to reflect on what is right here for
you. Physically – like the cut in my
foot which I had just been wishing away. Emotionally – diving deeper into those uncomfortable
sensations and bringing them into the light.
Spiritually – visualizing the seeds you plan to sow in your inner garden
come spring.
I noticed in my meditation this morning my mind was like a
still lake, reflecting back to me. Calm
and waiting. None of it’s usual mental
gymnastics perhaps due to my “not-doingness” this weekend. But did I really do nothing? Look again.
Look deeper. Look into the
reflection.
I had walked in the biting cold and allowed myself to feel
the rush of aliveness that flew in. Allowing
the cold to show me what she’s got instead of my usual jaw clenching, body contraction
and mind resistance. Relaxing with an
exhale. Bring it on and let me feel you. Clear and crisp were the words that kept
coming.
I sat on the couch cuddled with my new fur lined fleece
blanket (which Phoebe absolutely wants to share with me), in front of a
crackling fire while I ate soup I had made.
The zest of the lemon such a welcome counterbalance to the earthy
lentils and potatoes. And today as I stood in the front yard bathing
my face in the sun, some greenery peeking from beneath the snow pack caught my
eye. I brushed the snow away to uncover the
Lenten Rose seedlings I had planted last summer… tripled in size and looking so
very happy.
To an observer I am doing nothing. That’s ok.
I am seeing that life reflects back to me the most when I am simply “being”.
Open to receive,
SARAH
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