Last night I shared a winter yoga solstice class.
It was a beautiful candle lit class, smaller than expected, but still lovely.
I spoke much more from my heart.
Intuitional knowledge, I suppose.
My voice.
It is something I am constantly getting stronger in sharing and I welcome the opportunities to use that voice with humility.
So thank you Universe for placing me here.
Much love.
Dear Ashton,
You popped up in my dream last night.
In my 42 years I have dreamt about Erik Estrada, Bill Clinton, Jim Morrison & now you...high profile people do not infiltrate my night time dreams. I am not easily smitten by fame and I'm not sure what that list says about me.
We were going to go upstairs when a nerdy friend was giving you a hard time, when another friend started arguing with him.
You said, "Why would you say that?"
I smiled.
And off we went on our journey...that is
until real life jumped in and our dogsitting-dog woke me up.
Phooey!
It did start my day off well.
Made me smile.
Om.
Life continues to amaze me...in less that one week I've been offered 3 new yoga jobs. I am in the flow. #gratitude.
I just did my first Kundalini class online.
Amazingly, I got really hot. The body is a wondrous instrument.
I feel refreshed, like yoga nidra makes me, but like I did some work too.
I will continue to learn more about this...
Last week I overbooked myself.
I do it often, but sometimes I do it too often and when I do, I notice
I fall into a trap of insecurity. Being tired leaves me feeling fragile, questioning
moves, thoughts and actions.
And that's when the universe always has my back.
In less than 24 hours I was fortunate to have 4 people share with me how
much they enjoyed, appreciated and loved my yoga classes. They shared their
personal challenges and growth. They felt I had something to do with their yoga practice. Pshaw--I just show up and share what I love, speaking from my heart the best I can. I listen.
So, big wide world and loving spirit - thank you for the support and placing me here.
I promise to listen a little closer, try my best to not overbook myself and remember, it's all gonna be ok.
I was waiting for my bedroom paint to mix to it's correct sea foam color in a big-box store when I heard it.
The sound of either the store collapsing or a downpour.
The paint guy made a joke.
"Now on sale, umbrella's."
And we both laughed, well - I smiled with a small laugh.
I got my paint, knew I had a few more items to look for when I realized
I was wasting time.
I was waiting for the rain to quit.
Or at least turn into a spring mist.
And when I could waste no more time and spend no more money, that's when I heard a soft voice say, "sometimes you just have to get wet."
I knew it was time.
It was time to walk to the cashier, pay and accept what was going on in the outside world: rain.
I pushed my cart to the tippiest dry spot I could and knew I couldn't go any further.
I didn't have anyone waiting to get my car for me.
I didn't have a magical portal to home.
I had to get wet.
And then I thought, since when do I care?
So, I smiled as I raced my cart to the car and unloaded my next home project - in the rain.
As I was driving home I thought about how I tried to wait the rain out and how often do we do that? How often do we waste time trying not to get wet or messy or deal with change? How often do we stay in one place because stepping into the rain is just too messy? Our hair might get wet...our clothes wrinkled...our plan - ruined.
Sometimes you just have to accept, yes I am going to get wet. I can't stay in this big box forever. Sometimes you have to step into a puddle before you can get dry....sometimes you have to get messy, before you get clean.
So, as you step into your day, step onto your mat -- are you just dipping your toe to only get a little wet or do you accept the downpour that happens when you start living.
Rain nourishes the earth.
Waters the soul.
Play.
Get wet.
Grow.
I am not so sure where to put this entry, here or over at my other blog, but because it has to do with yoga - I'll begin here.
This morning I woke up at my normal 5am time and did a mini happy happy joy dance in my head because I realized I didn't have to get up till at least 6:30. Thankfully I fell back asleep easily and drifted into my favorite sleep state:
dreamtime.
This is the easiest time to find lucid dreaming, when I have woken up and can fall back asleep without worry.
Anyhow, I dreamt I was working myself into full pigeon pose. I was looking back towards my foot, which in real life, I can not do and this is a pose I am always working towards...anyhow, I then could see a face and beautiful soft lips. My focus, drishti, was so connected I felt I was in that beautiful space- I was in the center of the lips and I could feel this pigeon pose open up. And then as I came out of the pose, I was two of me - but my lower self stood in front of me, naked and smiling, while my higher self was blessing my other self. I was placing my hands on the chakra points, but I was going into the body since my higher self--well was clearly higher and could. I knew it was a higher spirit/holy spirit blessing me. And then it was over.
The end.
And when I woke up and remembered it, I did another happy dance. This time for a spectacular day.
Om Shanti.
