a field....

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
— Rumi

Today I sit with, who I am in the world. My innate nature is that of softness, tenderness, honesty, compassion and love. The overlay of woundings I have accumulated comprise of defensiveness, armour, running, fighter and warrior. When I am disconnected to my truth, of who I am, it has a big impact on my life and the lives of others. When I am reflecting over my life, I want to look at my actions, my words, my relationships, with a smile on my face and calm in my heart.

Last night in yoga I encountered the divine, the connection with who I am and the interconnection of it all. These moments precious and rare for me as thus far I have only experienced them in plant medicine journeys and whilst making love. In the past month my Yin yoga practise is taking me to these places and beyond. The deeper I go within a pose, the more I release and the closer to self I become. My physical body so tight, breathing and surrendering into each pose is all I can do. It is stirring, strong, cellular movement. Tears are releasing, as are memories, the veils and illusions are dropping away. My body slowly unravelling its need to hold, tighten and its readiness to defend life. It is softening. I am softening, making way for just allowing. In these moments I am re-memebering trust, trust in myself, trust in life. My lifetimes of being a warrior are losing their grip, crumbling away, and what is revealing itself, is an opening, a softening of my edges. Today I find the simplicity and joy of letting go.