Grace is Everything
I arise on a morning that is a turning point of sorts, and after meditation, I head down to the river with Grace, my kayak, in tow.
We push off from the boat launch area and paddle into the waves created by a fishing boat, riding its coattails with great abandon. I marvel that I even consider doing this, since I have always avoided such undulations with trepidation, afraid of capsizing, or losing my balance.
But I paddle now, not wishing to unconsciously or instinctively retrace the paths I have taken before, choosing instead to explore a ford here or there - shallow places in the riverbed that my kayak can just about slide over. I have avoided these as well, afraid of getting stuck...
I contemplate so many experiences I had this week - hearing from so many who are suffering deeply, physically and otherwise and I have prayed fervently for all of these souls - so many of them experiencing very serious life and death situations. I am also invited to reflect upon health issues and considerations that will require changes and adjustments that have already begun in my own household. I cannot help but contemplate further on the meaning of life, and death, and immortality...
My face hungrily seeks the warmth beating down from the endless blue sky, and I think of my yoga teacher, who led us through a practice yesterday afternoon, on the first day of the spring session, that amazingly mirrored my own practice of the last week...She invited us to embody "shri" - beauty - and to become all the beauty that we already were - and were meant to express - reminding us that there is always so much beauty in the world...
Yes, I look up to the sky, soaking in its healing rays, knowing I must address a low vitamin D count, and words from The Who's classic rock opera, "Tommy," arises spontaneously in my heart:
These words are perhaps a needed mantra - they are uttered by the depths of my soul, as I consider lessons I must learn, painfully re-surfacing, even after three years...I wonder why I cannot learn what I must, once and for all, and just be done with it...But there is a lesson in this as well - for it invites me to forgive myself, again and again - which is perhaps the most difficult of all the lessons I have faced...To forgive others is surely the easier task - but to forgive oneself for hurting others, and whatever impact that may have from an energetic perspective - seems so daunting - and yet it too - is so necessary...
Here on this river, that has been a river of grace for me, I cannot help but reflect on my theme for my classes this week - where I invited my students to ride the currents of grace...I also think of the soul, dear to so many in the Anusara Yoga kula - or family - who faced five unexpected heart surgeries - surviving to the amazement of his doctors - and who also managed to scribble on a pad as he faced one more surgery that "only grace is everything..."
Yes - I think to myself - only grace is everything...My eyes glance down at the decal with my website's logo on Grace, my kayak, which reads: "Aligning with Grace..."
My whole life is a study in aligning with grace - however imperfectly I live this out. Yet I do try to align as best as I can in the moment - very sincerely - even if I miss the mark...And this was the understanding that the early Christian community had of sin - it was "hamartia" - simply to miss the mark...All one needs to do, is start over again, to try once more, to align with grace...
As I ride the currents of grace on this river, my thoughts momentarily turn to a friend and colleague who reminded me that as teachers, we try our best, and if we are able, we show our students their own current of grace...
I paddle on delighting on poetic morsels that came to me yesterday, and which are begging to be committed to paper in a poem or two - they explode from deep inside - sent forth like gentle blossoms from my heart:
I paddle back towards the boat launch, and look downstream, and suddenly realize, I have never paddled there - never venturing to explore the waters there, and I tell myself I must go there this spring or summer...I must ride the waves of grace downstream and let it reveal whatever it needs to teach me...I need to go where I have not gone - where I have been afraid to go - I need to learn more lessons...
With grace I will ford every river and follow every stream, for - only grace is everything...
("Only grace is everything." Scott Marmorstein)
We push off from the boat launch area and paddle into the waves created by a fishing boat, riding its coattails with great abandon. I marvel that I even consider doing this, since I have always avoided such undulations with trepidation, afraid of capsizing, or losing my balance.
But I paddle now, not wishing to unconsciously or instinctively retrace the paths I have taken before, choosing instead to explore a ford here or there - shallow places in the riverbed that my kayak can just about slide over. I have avoided these as well, afraid of getting stuck...
I contemplate so many experiences I had this week - hearing from so many who are suffering deeply, physically and otherwise and I have prayed fervently for all of these souls - so many of them experiencing very serious life and death situations. I am also invited to reflect upon health issues and considerations that will require changes and adjustments that have already begun in my own household. I cannot help but contemplate further on the meaning of life, and death, and immortality...
My face hungrily seeks the warmth beating down from the endless blue sky, and I think of my yoga teacher, who led us through a practice yesterday afternoon, on the first day of the spring session, that amazingly mirrored my own practice of the last week...She invited us to embody "shri" - beauty - and to become all the beauty that we already were - and were meant to express - reminding us that there is always so much beauty in the world...
Yes, I look up to the sky, soaking in its healing rays, knowing I must address a low vitamin D count, and words from The Who's classic rock opera, "Tommy," arises spontaneously in my heart:
"See me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Heal me."
Feel me.
Touch me.
Heal me."
These words are perhaps a needed mantra - they are uttered by the depths of my soul, as I consider lessons I must learn, painfully re-surfacing, even after three years...I wonder why I cannot learn what I must, once and for all, and just be done with it...But there is a lesson in this as well - for it invites me to forgive myself, again and again - which is perhaps the most difficult of all the lessons I have faced...To forgive others is surely the easier task - but to forgive oneself for hurting others, and whatever impact that may have from an energetic perspective - seems so daunting - and yet it too - is so necessary...
Here on this river, that has been a river of grace for me, I cannot help but reflect on my theme for my classes this week - where I invited my students to ride the currents of grace...I also think of the soul, dear to so many in the Anusara Yoga kula - or family - who faced five unexpected heart surgeries - surviving to the amazement of his doctors - and who also managed to scribble on a pad as he faced one more surgery that "only grace is everything..."
Yes - I think to myself - only grace is everything...My eyes glance down at the decal with my website's logo on Grace, my kayak, which reads: "Aligning with Grace..."
My whole life is a study in aligning with grace - however imperfectly I live this out. Yet I do try to align as best as I can in the moment - very sincerely - even if I miss the mark...And this was the understanding that the early Christian community had of sin - it was "hamartia" - simply to miss the mark...All one needs to do, is start over again, to try once more, to align with grace...
As I ride the currents of grace on this river, my thoughts momentarily turn to a friend and colleague who reminded me that as teachers, we try our best, and if we are able, we show our students their own current of grace...
I paddle on delighting on poetic morsels that came to me yesterday, and which are begging to be committed to paper in a poem or two - they explode from deep inside - sent forth like gentle blossoms from my heart:
"Like a cup become a chalice for grace."
"We are light at our essence, and our bodies are temples for that light."
"Let it be. Let go. Let God..."
"We are light at our essence, and our bodies are temples for that light."
"Let it be. Let go. Let God..."
I paddle back towards the boat launch, and look downstream, and suddenly realize, I have never paddled there - never venturing to explore the waters there, and I tell myself I must go there this spring or summer...I must ride the waves of grace downstream and let it reveal whatever it needs to teach me...I need to go where I have not gone - where I have been afraid to go - I need to learn more lessons...
With grace I will ford every river and follow every stream, for - only grace is everything...
("Only grace is everything." Scott Marmorstein)
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