as above so below
I woke up to a beautiful morning and a world of possibilty…then I panicked. I hate that I do this. It seems that whenever I am offered a day to do anything I want, I become overwhelmed with the choices. I fear I’ll turn a potentially perfect day into a wasted one. I wish I knew why I did this, but more urgently I need to know how not to do this.
Part of this started with the realization that tomorrow I will be in a six hour CPR class…on what is supposed to be an incredibly beautiful day. I’ll be trapped inside! I initially thought to myself, blow it off. Call in, sign up for a class at another time. I could drive up to Bellingham, see my niece, such a better plan. But the reality is, I need to take this class. And who’s to say that the next time I sign up for it won’t be as lovely a day.
And then there’s tax prep I need to get done, and Luka, and my garden, and spring cleaning, and wasn’t I going to rearrange my house, and paint, and clean the windows……aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
So I turned to my yoga. I came to the mat with sadness over my pulled hamstrings and the frustration of having lost my once flexible body. This is where I am. And I must start everyday at a new beginning. As a teacher I will tell my students this. As a yogini I must live this. I cannot ruin a perfect day. No day is inherently better than any other. It is my perception that gives a day value. In that still place where God resides and I am, I know differently.
I am what I believe…let me believe only in love.
as above so below.