Sean Johnson: "I ask myself daily: What is worth my time, attention, prana, love? The insight that comes from this inquiry is like a torch leading me through the dark."
I want you to close your eyes enveloping yourself in still darkness. Then imagine you light a torch. See how the light spills out in front of you. See how the light spills to your right; to your left. It wants to illuminate your path and show you the way. All you need to do is set aside fear, worry, anxiety and follow. Are you ready to do that? Can you trust the Universe will lead you where you are supposed to go?
Imagine your yoga mat is that light. In your practice, explore all four corners of the mat! Create mandalas (circular patterns), explore, play, flow. Do not keep yourself confined to the center of your mat. Maybe, just maybe, you don't even keep yourself confined to the edges of your mat...I know!!! Rebellious, scary! Let one foot drift off, then the othe,r trusting your practice, trusting the light, trusting your life.
There is a small island off the western coast of Scotland called Iona. On this island is a bay named St Columba after the missionary who could be seen dragging his boat up the beach with his disciples. "St Columba’s bay splits into two...beaches named the Port of the Coracle and The Port of the False Man. Legend has it that members of the druidic priest class who sought initiation were set adrift in an oarless boat. The currents would take them round to the bay where, if they drifted into The Port of the Coracle they were deemed ready for priestly initiation, but if they drifted into the Port of the False Man they were rejected and sent home." (jctravel.com)
Can you lay back and trust where your current is taking you? We will practice this in svasana today!
"A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere."
“I thought how lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It’s always changing and is always on the move. And over time the river itself changes too. It widens and deepens as it rubs and scours, gnaws and kneads, eats and bores its way through the land. ...Do I change like a river, widening and deepening, eddying back on myself sometimes, bursting my banks sometimes when there’s too much water, too much life in me, and sometimes dried up from lack of rain? Will the I that is me grow and widen and deepen? Or will I stagnate and become an arid riverbed? Will I allow people to dam me up and confine me to wall so that I flow only where they want? Will I allow them to turn me into a canal to use for they own purposes? Or will I make sure I flow freely, coursing my way through the land and ploughing a valley of my own?”
― Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn