The Sweet Nectar of Letting Go

The sweet surrender of letting go. What seems such an easy task can really be difficult and daunting at times. There are times in our life when we push ourselves harder than we need to. There is a box, and no matter how hard you push, bend, gripe, and moan, that box doesn't fit you. Even when you work hard to get in the box, once you're in it, you're trapped, you can't breathe, you feel stuck or just plain awkward. Why do we push ourselves so much?

In life, there are things that nurture our souls, things we know we feel good about. There are also things that make us feel less human, less worthy. It may be a job, a pose you can't master, a marathon. Whatever, it is, it is not the job, the pose, or the marathon, it is you. When we beat ourselves up, or let things weigh on us, it does nothing but trap you inside your head and distorts your truth. To get back your truth, it boils down to you.

Take a moment to reflect on something that is a struggle in your life right now. Something you keep pushing at that is exhausting you, or draining you. Got it? Now, what is that thing keeping you from doing that is nourishing? What does it feel like to be doing what you are unable to do for yourself right now? Now, think again about what is dragging you and pushing you down, and let it go. Inhale deeply. Hold it at the top, now exhale out through your mouth as loud as you can. How did that feel? Notice that sensation, and remember that sensation as you let go of whatever it is you need to let go of today.

Part of practicing yoga is the practice of Ahmisa. Ahmisa is the first Yama in the Yoga Sutras. Ahmisa means to practice non violence. Beyond physical violence towards yourself or others, this includes, words and thoughts that are harmful or painful.

Sometimes the hardest thing is to let go. Your heart is one of the strongest muscles in your body and strength to let go, starts with love.

Love and be loved and know you are a beloved little being.

Falling into place

One of my favorite seasons is Fall. The air begins to cool down, I smell wood burning and this is comforting to me. I love looking at the vibrant new colors in the trees and on the ground as the leaves begin to change and fall. Even on days when it is dark and cloudy, this added color can change the perspective to something bright. As I embark on this new journey in my life, I have been thinking about leaves falling into the places they are supposed to. Wherever they are, they are right where they need to be. As they make the change, they peacefully drift down to the ground, to be part of new change, and new life. They don't know where they will fall, but wherever they land, there is a purpose. Change sometimes can be scary, but if we allow it to happen naturally, you can trust, that eventually, you land right where you are supposed to be.