Like many of you, I have stayed home. Staying home, I am finding my roots again after they've been uprooted and I feel exposed. I find my roots by going back to my practices…. practicing yoga, finding moments to be quiet, reading and learning from my teachers, caring for my body with whole food and exercise, getting outside and BREATHING. As I feel into my roots, I allow the vulnerable feelings of uncertainty, sadness, grief, overwhelm, loneliness, frustration and disappointment. Allowing these tender, hard feelings to come and go, again and again, I also find gratitude for so much, joy for so much, compassion for myself and so many others, and my inner strength and wisdom. I am working diligently, each moment of each day to practice STAYING, ALLOWING, LETTING GO, BEING STILL, BREATHING SLOW AND STEADY. As I practice, my heart is opening to myself and to others and I can offer them the same comfort and compassion I am so needing. As you find your roots, through your “practices,” your heart will soften and open and you will find your strength, your steadiness, your balance and you will know you are not alone.
And the people stayed home.
And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised,
and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.
And listened more deeply.
Some meditated, some prayed, some danced.
Some met their shadows.
And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed.
And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous,
mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again,
they grieved their losses, and made new choices,
and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully,
as they had been healed.