You know that song where Liza sends Henry off to collect a pail of water only for Henry to discover that there is a hole in the bucket? And repeatedly he comes up against roadblocks and challenges to fix it? I’d say I’m having one of those ‘leaky bucket’ weeks myself.
Like pieces of a mystery jigsaw puzzle, understanding your dharma is a practice of seeing yourself not as a collection of broken bits, but rather colourful pieces and parts that uniquely fit together thus enabling you to fulfill your life’s purpose with a confidence and grace wrapped up in the truth at your heart.
We are immensely complex and layered beings, yet by way of the kosha, we can simplify our parts to more clearly see the truth of who we are. Imagine each kosha like five unique lampshades covering a light. The source of the light, is the truth of our selves. Each lampshade that layers on top of the one beneath has a different colour and density therefore changing the light we ‘see’.
Sitting at home with nothing to do, my habit was to watch the boob-tube and smoke. I didn’t want to smoke any more but still found myself doing so. That’s when crafting kicked off. I could never hold a smoke in my mouth while doing something with my hands, so keeping my hands busy was huge in helping me shift to break the negative habit.
When life hands out its troubles, as it does for all of us, we find ways of coping – increase your energy to deal with it, or decrease your energy to get away from the problem. It is an adaptation of the basic flight or flight response programmed into our survival instincts.
Yoga is not a religion. Yoga is a way of thinking and reflecting, of practicing and behaving, and the ultimate surrender in recognizing your Self.
Svadhaya, roughly translated as self-study, is a brutally challenging and humbling practice that requires the individual to actually take a step back and take a really hard and long look at all the ways they move and rest, connect and detach, breath, think, believe and ultimately BE in their life.
I’m no expert, nor will I ever claim to be, but that experience was traumatizing. Left alone I had no choice but to sit with truth of the experience.
I’m not sure where the past twenty four months have gone but they are, as they say, in the books. And with much of the last 14+ months filled with uncertainty, anxiety and fear as we all navigate this global pandemic, these last two years have also been a most incredible journey of community, friendship, support and togetherness, even when 6’ apart.
Ever notice sometimes that even through your eyes are wide open you are unaware of the many things right in front of you? To really see clearly is to see through a lens of wholeheartedness and empathy, void of illusion and denial. Illusion is the belief in something that is not true; denial is the failure to see the truth of what actually is.
Call them Saviours, Guardians, Holy Beings or Earth Angels, I believe that there are those who come into our lives at just the right moment who do just the right things, without necessarily knowing why, but who know in their hearts that they are to help.
This feeling of shame is something I have been working with for as long as I can remember. I don’t know how it came to be but it’s there and it has grown roots. When shame rears its ugly head, I eventually find the will to relentlessly blaze my way through, even if it is only a spot of light in the darkness.
Opportunity exists in all of life’s experiences. If this pandemic has taught me anything, it has taught me about how much I rely on and need human contact. It has taught me how much I thrive on connecting and working with people, not screens. And more than that, I’m realizing how important it is that I regularly and genuinely connect with the people and places that fill me up.
Complacency is a crutch. It’s my way of hiding or avoiding that which I know is best for me. I know when I get complacent I get this F*CK IT attitude that washes over me and quickly start sinking into the muck of unhealthy gratifications grasping for quick ‘fixes’ and emotional comfort. And then, like a hamster, I just keep running around and around the ‘good enough’ wheel until I reach my limit.
After a good number of hard trekking kilometers, and a number of checkpoints found, we made it to the Restigouche River where the next leg of our adventure had us canoeing down stream. Laughing giddily to each other, we gloated at how easy this portion of the race was going to be. So we nonchalantly laughed with each other as we refilled and repacked our packs and loaded the canoe, smugly smiling at the sun shine over head. After all, it was a beautiful afternoon, the scenery was spectacular, and the company was the best ever.