As the sun dipped on the shortest day of the year I taped an empty sheet of white to my wall and inquired into The State of the Union. I divided the paper in five sections: Body, Heart, Mind, Soul, Spirit. I cracked open my laptop and clicked on a slow flow song and reached in there, curious about the state of my body. Muscles hug onto my bones, strong and limber, the effect of a balanced yoga practice, despite persistent left knee pain. Skin sags in new places but it is serving me better, the trouble of the past few years receding. A few extra pounds stare at me in the mirror and try to mess with my self-esteem. I feel the grace of my weight moving fluidly.
My heart? I put on a pulsing rhythm and feel softer, quieter, more settled at the core than ever. More intensity around particular emotions: blessed, restless, tender, wronged, dynamic, unsure, liberated, resentful. And this is a good thing…to feel with potency. Connection within me, with you, with us more transparently simple, yet fraught with the challenge of a stronger witness. Who judges some of the time. I rock to the beat of my own gentle heart.
I click on a fast track and let my body go. I make the climb upstairs to a mind so engaged in 2011, from writing the book to deepening in the yoga to continuing bravely on the teaching path. Long time sitting meditation practice unchanged: no breakthroughs, just day after day of the same old head-trips. They are so tiresome. But my discipline, my dedication never wavers. I shake into emptiness.
I find a light beat so I can feel it all at once and the state of the union feels mostly clear and strong. Sometimes the heart out of sync when the head falls into confusion but often only a few breaths to bring me back to alignment and I see such strong expression of my soul’s purpose. Why I am here in this moment in time is never a question… I am driven to move, to ignite movement in others and to write. In so many ways dreams are manifesting, it feels like a miracle but I know it is the outcome of practice and luck.
The music stills and spirit calls me out on this notion of practice, tells me I am sitting on spirit’s edge when I practice and that my attachment to discipline gets in the way of direct experience and that I need to be outdoors more, that the call of the wild is dim within these four walls. I listen deeply.
And so to this end, I leave in a few days for a week in the desert: hiking, stars, rock climbing, hot water…food for the spirit. I see the threads of the 2011 state of the union shaping 2012. I’ll be home from the desert for two days then fly to Manhattan for time with a global band of 5Rhythms teachers feeding each other on inspired tidbits under the guidance of Gabrielle and Jonathon. Inspiration to keep the call of the teaching path strong as we embark into winter: Thursdays start June 12 and weekly Sunday Sweats start June 15. January Sunday teachers: Bella, Claire Alexander and Juliette Kunin. Let this journey begin. The drumming was so awesome on Friday night, I am working on integrating that in some more. Stay tuned. I am purposefully strengthening the writing thread from January to May 2012 with Lori Salzman: a bay area committed series that pairs my dancing with my writing. I have poured the majority of my writing energy into this weekly essay for six years now. This year the book Letting Go took me on a side journey. I want to allow this writing workshop to shake me out of habits and see where the writing might take me. Stay tuned. And this other soul’s purpose? To ignite movement in others? 2011 continued to hone me and I felt the closest when I was teaching yoga in connection with 5Rhythms: at Harbin, in Marin, in Olympia. It feels like so many threads of my life have been weaving to create these moments and now I will be in Costa Rica February 18-25 holding the Yin Yoga piece for Medicine Dance with Jonathon Horan. I don’t know where I am going with all this…stay tuned.
I invite you to take a few moments of reflection for yourself to acknowledge another year ending. Tape that paper on the wall. Get up and move it. Feel where you have been and cultivate a sense of wonder about where that might be leading. Wiggle inside the cocoon that binds us in the inevitable parade of have tos. Yield to living in real time…blessings of the season….bella