My favorite mantra of the last few years. We can thank Taoism for this one.
Be like water.
Go with the flow.
Don’t get attached to one place, or state.
When you bump into something hard (say, a rock mid-river) stay malleable, take a deep breath, and just flow amiably around it.
Pour your whole self into the space you’re in, whatever the size.
Shapeshift to suit the season (ice, water, steam) — but always stay elementally the same.
Bend, don’t break.
Rinse off the dust.
Nurture the living.
Stay close to things that grow.
I hope my yoga and meditation classes might bring you back home to the truth that your childhood religious experiences may have taken from you: that, at heart,
You are whole.
Your body is good.
You can trust it.
Your spirit is wise.
Your heart is vast and spacious, far beyond any particular tradition.
Our lives are impermanent and fleeting, and we’re all gonna die, so we might as well cut the crap and learn how to really do this thing well while we’re here.
You and I and all of us are caught up in an interconnected interfaith web of being that no toxic patriarchal theology can take away.
Let’s weave it together, breath by breath, pose by pose.