In the beginning, when someone would inquire as to why I am so passionate about Yoga, I would answer, “It’s vast expansiveness.” I loved the fact that I could study and practice endlessly. That no matter how far I travelled, there would still be more to learn, to know. I used to think that I chose this path. However, after decades of discipleship, I am now humbled by the idea that perhaps it was never a choice. This journey was a soul contract, agreed upon long before my sweet, little missing zygote leapt from the basket. This journey of thousands of miles begins with one step. This journey of thousands of hours of training begins with one…one hour on your mat, one meditation, one moment of mindfulness, one glimpse of the infinite…one poem, one book, one teacher training…
I have immersed myself in every aspect of spirituality that I have access to. I have studied Yoga, meditation, Reiki, Shamanism, Magick… I tried to declare a moratorium on book purchases…however, anyone who has ever helped me move or has visited my home, knows how well that is going! My dedication to a fierce physical practice gained me access to the surgical floor, twice. At the time, I felt so betrayed by my body. I was so frustrated for the time I would be wasting resting and healing. I didn’t realize that it was part of the lesson. As cliché as it may sound, this truly is an inside job. Don’t get me wrong, the physical practice is important…but not because being able to do a badass handstand on the precipice of a mountain makes for epic Instagram photos. Our physical practice helps us shake the dust.
“Shake the Dust!…Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 100,000 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make every one of you oceans. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.
Walk into it, breathe it in, let it crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust so when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands in front of you, fingertips trembling though they may be.” – Anis Mojgani
Go ahead and shake the dust. But be kind about it. Get so still and quiet that you can tune deeply into what your body requires in any particular moment or pose. I once read that praying is talking to God and meditating is listening. Your practice is meditation in motion. Listen deeply and proceed accordingly.
Our spiritual practice helps us sweep the dust. Are you picking up what I am putting down? When you haul out the broom and dustpan and you are going about your “housekeeping, and there is that fine line of “stuff” that just won’t disappear? Sure, you can sneak it under the proverbial rug but it will just be there again tomorrow. My point is, that no matter how meticulous you are, there will always be a certain amount of work left to be done. This is not meant to burden or frustrate you. These hours, miles, years, are a privilege denied to many. It should liberate you! This concept is meant to make you feel free!
Do the work.
Even when it feels like you don’t have time, even when it feels as though it is not making the tiniest bit of difference. Even when your spiritual growth feels as though it is moving at a sloths pace and your incremental progress seems microscopic. Trust the process. Your hamstrings, your hips…your heart, will grace you with gratitude. And your spirit will gift you with grace.