The tumult of adolescence is - safely - behind us.
Now - in this moment of calm between life's storms - I can look back with gratitude for the unexpected gifts. In those long days and weeks and months and years where balance was precarious...where everything was feeling so completely beyond any of my control - the focus and discipline of 'practice' saved me.
I found strength and a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment for having simply shown-up...done the necessary work..produced and created. Just one thing. On those days when I held tight to my breath...the practice of yoga helped me release it. When there was no color to be found....my camera helped me find it. And - during those nights when sleep eluded me...it was my writing that lulled me back...reminding me that there was always a different question that could be asked and another way to look and see.
For me - it was thru the filter of my internal feeling body that I began to connect with and interpret my external world. By bending and twisting and turning and shaping and re-shaping - I wrung out theold...while allowing space for the new. Unexpected channels of energy opened. By challenging myself and my self-limiting beliefs - I grew wiser. By simply breathing...steady and deliberate and slow - I grew quieter. By incorporating the daily discipline of practice - I grew stronger.
Today - I breathe freely...openly...comfortably...and more confidently. The stories continue. This one has become another..and I'm quite sure that there will be another after that.
The lessons I've learned - I'll carry forever. The prize - really and truly - is right there in the middle...in the in-between...in the daily practice and that oh-so-uncomfortable pose.
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Sharing with you my practice and process - this is the 6th (and final) piece of this chapter of my unfolding story.
Wishing everyone a quiet weekend. I'll return and begin again on Sunday.