Christmas Eve morning. I taught my last yoga class this morning before I head off to London.
Class this morning was holy. It was sacred and I don’t care if you are religious or not, it was a moment in time where connection was possible, and not only possible, but rampant.
Where love was there in the room and no one questioned its presence, no one doubted it’s intention or wondered Will you stay?
The class moved like we’d rehearsed (we hadn’t.)
That’s what happens when you allow things to flow, you find yourself all of a sudden in synch with your own life. You find that everything is easy and it may not always be easy but right now in this moment, it is easy. And that feels holy and right.
The class this morning was quiet and powerful and full of laughter and I thought what a gift, what a gift, over and over as I led them through the postures. What a gift I get to meet these people on this day. On any day! What are the odds that with all the billions of people we get to meet? To move together? What are the odds? Now, that’s holy.
I asked the room: “How many of you have had moments of insurmountable joy this past year?”
Many raised their hands.
And then, “How many of you have had unspeakable heartbreak and/or loss in 2012?”
Many raised their hands.
“You see” I said “They always go hand in hand.”
There was a 50/50 spilt right down the center. Perhaps it veered more towards the joy. Perhaps it veered more towards the pain. Either way.
How holy that we meet on this day. That we meet at all. That we connect. That we can say I stood here. I prayed here.
That we can say I was here at all.
What a gift that I was able to be part of that class this morning.
The time is now.
Move forward from where you are. Take with you the little bits of happiness and the shards of hurt too, if you want, if you want to remember all of it, but move forward, because the time is now.
The time is now to turn inward and see what I see. (You won’t see it exactly the way I see it. That’s okay. It’s not really meant for you that way. Your beauty is for you to give away) but what I am saying is that you must know it’s there.
You must trust its there. You must put on your coat and walk into the light or into the snow or into the house with the fireplace and a glass of wine waiting there and you must know that the time is now to leave the darkness behind.
It ebbs and flows. You can count on that. There might be moments or years where you feel the darkness descending and, when that happens, remember what it felt like to be connected. To be light. To be holy. Or call me. I will remind you. (I hope you extend the same for me because Lord knows, I ebb and flow the hell out of life.)
Remember being in synch. What that felt like. Remember what it felt like to move in time with someone next to you, someone who maybe you’ve never met and will never meet again and if only for that brief moment who you moved with, like you were attached. Like you were connected.
It’s always there even when we forget that it is.
That is why I love yoga. That is why I will never ever stop teaching yoga even as I pair down my schedule and teach less.
The time is now to be holy.
Can you feel it? Can you hear it cracking, that shell around your heart? White as moon and made of the bones of your past? The bones may lay in a heap, and, if you let them, they will slowly rise and trail off for some dinner. They will leave you alone.
They won’t forget you nor you them, but they will soften the grip they have on you. Their fists opening, your heart fluttering away.
Now is the time.
Happy Holidays. I love you guys. Thank you. Stay connected. Stay open. Loosen your grip.