All the rules are off.
No more required kale.
No more required vitamins.
No more guilt because I didn’t exercise.
No more obsessive thoughts about ‘needing’ yoga each day.
No more lists in my phone about my new commitments (that only make me feel bad the next day when I fail to follow through)
No more rules about the way my body should fit into denim, spandex, and cloth
No more worrying about the fact that my skin isn’t flawlessly smooth
No more hiding my tears when they start to flow in public (or in private)
No more shame around the size of my arms
No more looking at my face and wishing it was more symmetrical
No more looking at my lips and wishing they were more full
No more not wearing bright colored yoga pants because my cellulite might show
No more denying who I am right now
I am finally ready to give into the pull
To get lost in the depths of my soul
How can I go deeper?
My heart has been whispering me secrets for so long,
leading me along so lovingly; so gently.
How could I have not heard?
How could I have not listened?
Us humans are funny beings
Heads down.
Obsessively involved in the upkeep of our own suffering
But the voice telling us to look up is there; always
Softly reminding us with the joy bubbling up inside, if we would only pay attention NOW
Where is joy trying to bubble up?
It calls our attention, humbly, with flowers blooming, with sun shining, with grasses waving, with arms outreaching, with rain falling, with dogs wagging their tails at us, with laughter
The under current of magic and mystery that pervades every moment. Every thing.
This voice lets me know that there has been no mistake.
There is nothing to be done, to be accomplished, to be gotten
There is nothing I need to do to be more me.
I am me.
What a blessing.
