Yesterday morning I woke up and took the picture that you see above with hope and light in my heart. The beautiful colors painted across the sky as the sun begins to rise with the moon in sight. Everything in the world for me felt still when I took that photo. Still, happy, and at peace. Unaware of the day that was to come ahead of me.
By the end of the day, my peace and my stillness were gone. It’s funny how quickly life can and what people want can change. You don’t wake up thinking your day is going to end up shit, but then it does. And that’s just life. I find myself having to remember that as quickly and as easily as it can change for the worse it can change for the better. And that the worse may not be that bad, but just a stop in my journey.
As much as I’d like to write to you all from a place of happiness today I can’t. I won’t pretend to feel a way I do not just because it looks better. I won’t pretend my life is perfect because it isn’t. I won’t hide my hurt, but instead, I will sit with it. And let you all know that it’s okay not to be okay. It’s okay to be hurt. You are NOT alone. We all go through shit. It won’t be forever. Life comes in cycles. People come in and out of your life for a reason. Learn from your pain, sit with it, feel it and move forward. I promise you it will not be forever. This too shall pass. “If you are going through something you are going somewhere, so keep going.” -Rachel Brathen, Yoga Girl
So for me, tonight I will be going to a Soul Flow Yoga class. I can’t wait to leave it all on the mat, and as for the rest of June, I am working on something very special for you all that I will be launching June 30th! So exciting! Stay tuned!! Just as a quick reminder, please try to approach every situation with LOVE. Whether it is for yourself, for others, for a situation. Try to come from a place of love. You have a choice as to how you react. Try to do it from a place of Love. <3
And I leave you with my favorite poem, the Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. I hope you all have a great weekend.
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer