Cleaning House

It was cool and crisp and windy when I went down to the river this morning. Waves were lapping and foaming at the riverbanks, almost as if it were in its washing cycle.

I felt both light AND full of light, even though the events and drama of Anusara yoga have consumed practically every waking moment of my life for the last couple of weeks. It is hard not be overwhelmed by the massive amount of pain, hurt, anger, confusion, and uncertainty floating around out there. You can literally drown in it. But still, I feel grounded. And strong. Like an oak tree. And I conveyed this to several who called or wrote concerned about how I was.

It was too cold to stay by the river for very long, but I was struck by the the huge number of crows huddled about in various groups throughout the park. What was this? A convention? Since I have a tendency to read signs into everything, I came home to look up the meaning of crows and this is what I found:

"Crows are the keepers of the Sacred Law
and to have a Crow totem is very powerful.

Personal Integrity are your watchwords and your guide in Life.
If you have a Crow totem, your prime path
is to be mindful of your opinions and actions.
You must be willing to walk your talk,
to speak your truth and to know your life's mission.

Crow is an omen of change.
Crow lives in the void and has no sense of time,
therefore, it sees past, present and future simultaneously.
Crow merges both light and dark, both inner and outer.
It is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be respected as such.

They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength.
Look for opportunities to create and manifest the magic of life.
Crows are messengers calling to us
about the the creation and magic that is alive in the world today
and available to us."

Every word rang so true, and it was so descriptive of what many of us have been experiencing in the wake of the allegations against John Friend, the founder of Anusara yoga, a method that so many of us embodied and dedicated our lives to.

While a community is now in turmoil and there are several discernible camps, I also see new seeds being planted that in time, will yield fertile growths.

I came home, and engaged in domestic activities - cleaning, doing laundry, and vacuuming - relieved at returning to the mundane. The Divine is also disclosed in the mundane...

I came home to clean out my house - and my heart and my soul - of all that no longer serves to make room for the new - which is not yet - but which will most certainly come!

I make room and am also midwife for something being birthed anew!