Spring 2021

You know what I love about spring? 

She is such a flirt 

These days of early March with balmy winds 

The snow and salt crust of the city melt

The monotony of brown grey seem like 

They are on the precipice of green 

Tender shoots 

Rebirth 

New cycle 

What are you creating? 

Which seeds are you planting? 

What are you calling in? 

There will still be some

Cocooning, metamorphosis 

Never ending blossoming 

In this web of connectivity 

Let’s co create 

Prep the fertile lands 

By clearing out the debris from last year, and any other history that lingers 

Which is only holding you back 

Pulling you down 

Liberate the hooks 

Give that energy back to the earth, to the person it belongs to, to the cycles of nourishment: compost 

The blessing of your human body 

This intricate instrument of perception 

Of action and intention 

What is your edge? 

Where do you find challenge, 

The kind that lifts you to your toes 

Tips some wobble into your balance

Today, gratitude 

I went for a run, for the first time in 8 months 

I had to subtract it from My tool kit 

Due to an injury that was gifted to me

I learned to slow down 

I’m not the best at it 

Running 

Not the fastest

I’m not a gazelle 

But there is something tremendously human 

My heart pumping, feet drumming the earth

Feeling nature in my lungs and the elements on my skin 

Noticing, how the landscape shifts 

Corner to corner

Day to day 

Season through micro season 

I constantly find edges to navigate 

In my capacity and will

Where are your edges? 

Another edge 

Is savasana 

Corpse pose, the culmination of physical asana practice, where who you were dies 

Stillness is integration 

A pause, repose, cellularly downloading and uploading all that was released, processed, revealed 

This is the piece my mind wants to skip 

But my spirit 

Drinks like nectar 

The battle inside 

The negotiation, to still 

It gives us space to listen and feel 

Which can be scary or triggering

Even defeating, with the winds of the mind whirring 

That’s the practice 

To come back, everyday,

without judgement or attachment 

With discipline that in a magic moment after some time, transmutes into devotion 

What are your edges, the burn in muscles which forgot how it felt to move 

The deep grasping of scarcity 

The chasm of loneliness 

The suffocation of cohabitation 

The paralyzation of fear 

We are all meeting our edges 

I see you 

I feel you 

We need you 

Let spring lift you 

Grab onto as many of those warm sun beams 

Stuff ‘Em into your heart 

Stuff ‘Em into your wings

Let them help carry you on heavier days 

Collect tools for your tool kit

Make your climb more skillful 

More efficient and elegant 

Lighten the load of your back pack...

Do you need to carry that with you?

We have a big journey ahead

Welcome to 

The uphill club 

The vistas just keep getting better 

The valleys deeper 

The skies 

Are not a limit 

Let’s go 

smiles for miles 

Xo