It feels as if I’ve been gone from you dear blog readers forever, although I know it’s only been two weeks.
I’ve been traveling, hanging out with family, and working hard on my 2017 schedule – workshops, retreats, and otherwise – to optimize my time, my passion, my finances, and make 2017 the best year yet.
I tend to focus on the future; I like to plan, strategize, focus, work ahead, and more. Yet I’ve become fond of looking back recently, and as I’ve dove straight into the heart of mythology with my teacher, Sianna, I’ve learned the importance of history, story, and looking at the past to appropriately move into the future.
Although I want to tell you about all of the things I have planned, today I want to tell you about a day that may very well have been the best day of my life.
It was day eight of our teacher training in Portland. The first few days were harder than I would have ever imagined – I was stressed physically, emotionally, spiritually, and my boundaries and edges were pushed way beyond my comfort zone. On top of all of that – or maybe because of all of that – I got sick. Sinus, headaches, congestion, exhaustion, dizziness, sore throat, and more, but the training was expensive, I was learning a lot, and I wasn’t about to let some sickness get me down.
All of that to say – it was hard.
By day four I had relaxed a little, had some fun, and by day five I was sold that I was in the right place.
But day eight, man.
Day eight was incredible. It started with a heart opening class that led me to my most potent wheel pose ever. It felt incredible, I felt alive, and the energy and movement was pulsing through me. We had just finished Dream Temple the night before, so our dreams were filled with magic and we were interpreting the meaning of our dreams and deducting messages from another land.
(Perhaps I will tell you about Dream Temple another day and my visit from Kundalini yoga extraordinaire, Gurmukh.)
The day continued with our practice and an afternoon with Shakti mama Suzanne Sterling, who discussed the yoga of sound, trauma, and the importance of using your authentic voice in your teaching, your chanting, your singing, your life. We danced, we sang, we chanted, we got wild and unabashed, and I cried tears of happy happy happiness. It was the best moment of my life. All of the stress and sickness and worry and fear and disgust and everything came out of me and I felt so alive. More alive than I have ever felt, and I was so happy just to be. Total elation that came from singing, dancing, chanting, embodying the essence of my feelings and being witness to and being witnessed by thirty other beautiful women doing the same.
The day followed up with a healing hands ceremony, where we put our intentions, pieces of our hair, our fingerprints, into balls of dough and offered them to the gods to eat, rather than our souls.
Okay okay, I get it – if you’re not a yogi you’re thinking I’m really fucking weird.
I don’t care.
It was incredible.
It was the best day of my life.
And as I recall that day today, I am reminded: life is too short to give a shit what other people think. Life is too short to do anything except what you truly love. Life is too short to not follow your passion, your dreams, your hopes, and be the most authentic you who ever was.
So 2017 will be my year to streamline my schedule. To drop anything and everything I am not wildly passionate about completing. To stop second guessing my path and just own my power, and step into it with reckless abandon.
In 2017 I will be WILD. I will be UNABASHED. I will find CLARITY.
And I will rock your fucking socks off, friends.
(And then I’ll give them back because stealing is rude.)
I love you.
What are you doing in 2017?