I don’t tell you what you should do or not do; I only show you who you are – the timeless and unchanging awareness. When this is firmly established inside you, your life will unfold spontaneously and joyously. – Mooji
Advice to myself can confine me. Advice to others can confine them. This month I have stepped back and taken an observational role when considering advising myself or others. I envision a mirror and see thoughts in three-dimensions:
1. the manic fantasized projections of instant gratification
2. the limiting scope of negative verisimilitude
3. the infinite possibilities of expanded consciousness
And voila! I am carried forth into a fourth dimension: non-doing. Withdrawing into ‘faith in life’s ability to flow along without my interference’, I observe events still have outcomes. Change is certain. What role I play in change can be toxic energetically. I pause to consciously connect with my voice, my thoughts, my action. The joy this aware yet at ease stance has provided manifests metaphysical to physical. It has shattered walls around my heart. It has allowed me to fully receive the abundant oneness of what is. In a “room without a roof and walls that don’t tell time” I am happy. I am joyous. I am free. Oh yeah! I am patient. And this patience allows love to thrive.
POSE: Handstand, Adho Mukha Vrksasana, Down Facing Tree. Here my skies are green and my grass is blue. To paraphrase Jon Kabat-Zinn, ‘stirring up your physical placement in the world can accelerate breaking through conditioning and opening up pathways to mindfulness’. Handstand is my Holy Grail, HG. I want it so bad that I committed to yoga teacher training. I thought surely after nine months of vigorous training in Sanskrit, asana, and meditation I would be able to handstand. Seven months in, I embraced the harsh reality my handstand did not cultivate on its own through yoga training osmosis. In fact, as a direct result of the training I could clearly open to my truth: day by day I became less and less open to trying it. I even caught myself justifying the regression with thoughts such as, “well, I would never teach handstand as to protect my students from careless injury, so no need to learn myself”.
Bluff had to be called. By divine interweb guidance, I turned a late night, black hole voyage online into handstand-magic, by discovering a spell-binding, blogging Star Wars Yodananda, like myself https://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/how-to-handstand-better-than-luke-skywalker/ The challenge re-yoked me to my quest for the HG. I practiced and noticed quick strengthening, but little growth in the fearlessness department. Then I partnered up. I left my solo struggle with improving, placing trust in the help of another. I shared my doubts, my vulnerabilities, my true skill level, and my passion to flip my world. Within the same week, a lovely little girl determinedly told me, “Handstand, Lucy that’s the easiest” as she tossed her legs directly in the air. The next second she popped up another handstand on the playground cheese wall, to show me how I could practice right here. Others’ viewpoints of encouragement and ease dusted off a forgotten outlook – “simply do, there is no try”. So away to the rose garden I went, full of laissez-faire legs up in the air!
ESSENTIAL OIL: Rose – “In your haste along the way, take time to smell the roses.” I rarely pass a rose without pausing to waft the fragrant aroma. Such a lovely reunification with magic in nature. Even the arrangement of petals is a mysteriously layered cacophony of softer than soft. Full of contradiction: the thorn – the allure, ah the rose! Je t’aime. I enjoy rose when I am in need of support, not advice. When in search of a hug, rose is here. And sometimes all that is necessary is being, simply being here. I challenge you to sit this week and observe where you are most useful in your life and/or another’s. Is it when you are doing or non-doing? For an added layer of curiosity, without judgment, notice fluctuations in your energy levels.
MANTRA: All is as it should be, indeed.