WHOLEHEARTEDLY SURRENDER AND THE ANSWER WILL APPEAR

Today remember a time you wholeheartedly surrendered and in that moment your purpose became far clearer.
 
I remember a time I lay in Savasana in peace and solitude and relief. My Yoga practice was delightfully demanding, my damp shirt to prove it. I had dedicated my practice to finding my journey. Not the one I happened upon because I made a decision too quickly and ended up there, no no not that one. That was the journey I was ready to call quits - I'd outgrown it it didn't fit me anymore. No this day I dedicated my practice to the journey waiting for me, the one designed just for me, the one I was thinking I had missed along the way. My Yoga teacher inspired the dedication, as we settled into a kneeling pose she whispered to us, “Why did you come today?”
 
"I came to find my way, my real way." That’s what I said to myself. I came to Yoga today to find my real way; I said it again, "my real way". Through Surya Namaskara A I folded and glided, like honey slipping from a spoon. From one pose to the next I focused on precision. I pushed myself purposefully, gently reminding myself to line up the hips, ribs in, shoulders down and breath steady. Don’t forget the breath. As I dipped down into Chaturanga I reminded myself to go slow and easy, be deliberate. Sweat dripped down my back and under my breast, as I warmed my body, my clothes dampened more from pose to pose. Surya Namaskara B completed, my muscles beginning to tire and shake and I begged silently for a rest in child’s pose. Next came balancing poses like Natarajasana and Bakasana and binds that opened my hips and tested my body’s strength and integrity. I think it was there, in a final bind just before the reward of Savasana, that I felt big tears well in both eyes. Yes it was there, at the end, that this sensation of sadness ran over me like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day. But this breeze found it’s way inside my soul and it welled up under my chest pushing me beyond my quiet sense of composure. It came so suddenly I wasn’t prepared for the power of it. Though it was uninvited and almost intrusive I welcomed it. However, it was in Savasana that I felt the tears really flow as they slowly ran down either side of my face and in their salty stream that nearly ended at each ear I knew why I came to Yoga that day. I came to Yoga that day to release the old journey and make way for the new. As I rolled to my right side and glided up to an easy pose, cheeks still damp from my tears, I was ready to greet my real way.
 
Today remember a time you wholeheartedly surrendered and in that moment your purpose became far clearer.

Laurien Hamilton