I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
Wisdom from U2
We much prefer joy over sadness and yet they are inextricably related. I have awoken with anxiety each morning for months now. The challenge for me was to trust that a daily crying/meditation practice was necessary to simply BE ME, the natural one. Then one day in the shower, it hit me-- the anxiety is a gift. My body's natural intelligence was relaying a need to release and connect through centering prayer. I have begun each day in the presence of the LIVING GOD.
I used to stuff the negative emotions down, hoping they would disappear. But energy never just evaporates. It settles into the body and for me manifested as infertility, IBS, depression, PMDD, loss of 4 teeth, and insomnia. But, it can only be shifted and transformed, with awareness and mindfulness practices like yoga. I am grateful to share that I have NEVER been healthier and no longer suffer from any of these physical conditions.
I have come to realize that denying my wounds and faults has kept me from being my authentic self; that the quest is full of 'On my knees in humility' moments that can turn into days. Just last month I failed my yoga teacher training written exam. Not once, but TWICE!! Staying with the question, not needing an answer just yet, I waited. After a few days I recognized a disconnect:
During the training my most frequent prayer had been for God to create in me a humble teacher. How did I think She was going to accomplish this??
The " I am not good enough" voice in the head is that of a frightened little girl. I acknowledge it simply as resistance to change, a fear of losing my center—— "Authentic competence has arisen" said the deeper, truer voice and so I begin....to dare to be brilliant and wild.
I would like to share this "dark" poem I penned after learning of my failure on 11/1, All Souls Day, after 7 months of hard work and dedication to the practice I love.
Hallowing the Day of the Dead
bounce off dingy, urine-scented walls.
spiders scrutinize and hold vigil,
as I lie prone.
bowels twist like fishtail braid.
darkness arriving to shroud and
eclipse my soul.
resolutely, the will
shame mostly, demands
anger cloaked in blame
disguised and unrecognizable.
corner of veil lifts.
malevolent, restless ones threaten insemination.
barrenness echoes a prayer:
"impregnate from the enchanted souls lying beneath the earth!"
YOU, the Christ!
Enter and shed eternal light.
I choose to carry your salvation
In all its Crowning glory.
I choose resurrection and hope.
I choose love.
My Truth and Peace lie in the shadows, the interplay between light and dark, joy and solemnity. I heard in my spirt on my mat a few days later, "Meet Grace". I took that to mean I was being re-birthed with a new name. God sure answers prayers. I think She especially likes to grant the ones that begin with