My features form with a change in the weather
– ‘Mother’s Talk’, Tears for Fears
Two days ago a sleet storm graced the NYC area. Just lovely. I stepped outside after class and the streets were a slishy, slushy mess. It was dark and my open pores made my body feel like a sponge as I got full with cold air. I pulled my hat down over my ears and rolled my eyes at Mother Nature.
‘This is some ole bullshit.’ I grumbled to no one.
The streets were fairly empty and the snow still white, looked pretty. Sure I was cranky, but once I accepted the snow I could appreciate it the moment.
Accepting what ‘is‘ can be so hard. I think we are trained and socialized that run away from discomfort.
‘If it doesn’t feel good I don’t want to be near it’ seems to be a way of life for so many.
Imagine though, learning to stay with a feeling and see it through.
Imagine if we could learn to accept the icky parts of us without judgement or reservation?
That kind of revelation could change a life. If I can accept and then love all parts of me(warts and all), I’m ready and open to love every part of everyone.
This could come in handy especially when people I love try my patience (grrr).
We are imperfectly perfect.
If I can love Mother Nature with all her tantrums, I can certainly unconditionally love/accept myself when I have my own.
Everything we do puts us on the path to enlightenment.
This is yoga, for every season.