Yogis,
When I was little I loved the swimming pool. I was like a little fish. Diving to the bottom, hanging upside down from
the side, and having tea parties with my friends deep below the surface. I would glide through the water and could
swim two full lengths while holding my breath – always winning in that competition. It all
felt free and effortless. I was in the
flow.
But put me in the ocean where the current was stronger and
it was another whole matter. One too
many times I was grabbed by a wave and tumbled, being held under water for only
seconds…..but it felt like hours. That
feeling of being pulled downward and me struggling to go upward and ending up
with a nose full of water and a bathing suit full of sand. Gasping for air as I broke the surface. Intellectually I knew to let go to the
current, but I definitely wasn’t able in those critical moments. I resisted.
I was not in the flow.
Just like life…………………….
The water element is our flow. The fluidity in our joints and our spirit
that allow us to move through life with ease and grace.
The Universe has a flow.
A rhythm. I call it the ‘hum’. When you get quiet and still enough you can
feel it. And when we swim with it, we
find our own flow. Life feels free and
effortless, like riding the wind. When
we fight and swim against its current, life becomes awfully hard and we end up with water up our nose.
The moon is the keeper of the flow. Her cycle of seemingly appearing from nothing
one night in the sky as the slightest sliver and expanding for two weeks until she
is completely full and whole, the peak of the inhale. A time of heightened energy and light for
diving into your passion, stepping beyond boundaries, fertility and growth.
Followed every single month of every single year by the two
weeks of a gentle gradual darkening…the long slow exhale. A time of slowing down and moving inward to
reconnect with what is right here. A
shedding of the outer world to delve into the inner work. Letting go to the flow.
The lightness of spring is followed by the long hot days of
summer where the Universe reaches new heights and bursts at the seams with
aliveness. Followed always by fall where
the trees go through the process of dropping all they no longer need to prepare for
the rest and quiet of winter. Each season with its own ‘hum’ eager for you
to join in. Neither hanging back nor
rushing ahead. Just in tune.
You can hear it in the raining down of the acorns and taste
it in the smoky air of a campfire. You
can feel it when the house is covered with a thick blanket of snow and see it
in the decaying log as it rests, at ease, next to the rushing creek.
The breath flows in and the breath flows out. We are born, live life to its fullest, slow
down and eventually return to the earth.
The sun rises and it sets.
Let go and listen for the flow. Lie back and ride its current. Free and effortless.
Mmmmmmmm………
SARAH