I’ve been having a hard time settling back into my life after 16 days in Europe, my month-long sabbatical from teaching yoga and just being out of my routine.
The daily barrage of horrifying news hasn’t helped..
The gloomy weather hasn’t helped.
What did help?
Writing. Writing always helps. It doesn’t solve every problem immediately but it definitely shifts my energy.
Yoga. Yoga grounds me in my body, in the moment where everything is okay no matter what my head is thinking. In this moment right here I am okay. Yoga reminds me of that over and over.
Meditating. I resist it but it always ends of being of benefit. Just finding that stillness. Or just observing my mind being yanked around in twelve different directions. It always helps. Always. In all ways.
Feeling crappy. Yep. You read that right. If I am feeling crappy for whatever reason, I need to feel crappy. I can’t immediately go to the thing that will erase that crappy feeling. It’s there for a reason.
Friday night I had zero intention of going to the Summer Solstice ceremony at my studio. I was home alone most of the day. I cleaned the house which felt good. But I kept having this wanting to crawl out of my skin feeling. When I was finally able to pin down what I was feeling it was this: in flux, stuck and like I was unraveling.
Now, a lot of the time I would avoid those feelings. I would drink some wine, eat some chocolate, binge watch Netflix, mindlessly scroll through social media. None of those things help. In fact, they all make it worse.
Somehow, some part of me convinced me to go the ceremony. So, I dragged myself there. I actually felt like I was hauling a hundred pound duffel bag behind me, but I got in the car and I drove there.
There is something magical about being in community. Being in a sacred circle. My whole body just sighed with relief. This was where I was supposed to be.
Now, I’ve attended several of these ceremonies that include journal prompts which I love. I thought I had discovered all I had to discover about this resistance I feel in my writing. No, not the writing itself, but the getting the writing out into the world. How I sabotage myself just when I get in the groove of submitting my work.
I’m not going to go into the specific details but let’s just say I had not discovered everything I needed to know. I discovered something new. Something that had been there this whole time, just staring me in the face but I hadn’t seen it. I thought my resistance was about one thing and it turns out there was this whole other piece I hadn’t even considered. When I saw it I was stunned. But, of course, it made perfect sense.
And that piece I discovered? I also discovered that it was not mine to carry.
So, I let it go.
I burned it in the ceremony.
I released it.
And I left that ceremony feeling a hundred pounds lighter.
If I had gone into my usual MO for dealing with feeling crappy I would have missed this.
If I had ignored that voice inside me, nudging me to go to the ceremony when it was the last thing I wanted to do, I would have missed this.
We never know what small movement forward will make a huge impact.
Make that move, no matter how small.
Be stunned at what you may discover.