trust...
this has been my intention as i begin each yoga class. the 90 minute reprieve from my mind. i feel so damn lucky to have happened into this class with this incredible teacher. makes you believe we really are where we need to be.
inhaling and exhaling. staying in my heart, behind my breath. connecting through OM. we begin each class by creating a new vibration. we hold it in and let it resonate through our bodies. feeling the new vibration fill us, connect us, free us from the old, bring us to the moment. the world is made up of vibrations. if you become still enough you can feel these. they can affect our own internal frequency. i believe in these vibrations, for they are the means in which the universe allows us to manifest our greatest potential.
once you add intention to your mantra it becomes sutra, the sanskrit word for stitch or sew (suture)...so you are sewing this intention to your spirit making it sacred, powerful. i float in my intention throughout class. like a baby in a big warm blanket i let it wrap me up in goodness. if my mind tries to pull me ahead or behind. i turn back to my breath, my mantra, trust.
trust that all will be ok. trust that my body will carry me through the heated practice of class. trust my breath. trust the new information being received emotionally, mentally, physically. trust it is OK to release the old patterns no longer needed and that truly this can be done. we can release and free ourselves. we can grow and cultivate goodness in that new space.
trust time. be patient. be present. be kind.
trust.
2 comments:
"so you are sewing this intention to your spirit making it sacred, powerful." Loved this line...trust for me my greatest teacher...glad to be writing along side you again amiga
This post makes me think of this poem I just read called...
Trust by Thomas Smith
It's like so many other things in life to which you must say no or yes. so you take your car to the new mechanic.Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.
The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.
The theft that could have happened doesn't.
Wind finally gets where it was going through the snowy trees, and the river, even when frozen, arrives at the right place.
And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can't read the address.
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