The view from my bedroom at the Ashram.
Two years ago at Yasodhara Ashram in the Kootenay Mountains of Western Canada I had the perfect Christmas. A walk alone on the beach followed by a beautiful brunch with my good friends, a gift exchange, helping cook Christmas dinner and then after dinner time alone reading books. It was the perfect balance of time alone, time in nature and time with people I loved.
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feel your body
back against the chair
feet on the floor
courses through my veins
overcomes my body
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or what is no longer yours.
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I let go of the need to be seen and tune into the music,
I tune into what it brings out in me.
I dance a story.
I am running distressed,
There is sadness.
I pause and look away, shield my face with my hand,
I do not build up walls but stay with the feeling,
And I’m not so much running from it but running with it.
The song shifts to something fast,
The dancers around me tune into the new rhythm.
My story is not over,
and so I pause,
I stay still,
Feeling the rhythm,
Feeling the sadness,
Not running from it.
And then it lifts,
and joy pours in.
I run again – this time giggling,
We run together.
What is this story of my heart?
What is this sorrow and this joy?
I let go of the need to be seen and I become free.