If there is one quote that has found its way into my life in the most curious of ways, it is this one— these words have seeped from the mountains and cracked open wounds, they have shown me how the deep crevices of the mountainside mirror those deep crevices in my heart. These words have enveloped me in the ocean, holding me with a gentle rhythm, the ebbs and flows, the give and take, in a sea of endless love. Today these words came to me on my mat and swathed me like a newborn baby on their mother’s chest—a feeling of being safe, nurtured, at home.
“Your task is not to seek love, but to seek the barriers you have built against it”- Rumi
The 11:30am Saturday class is one of my favorites, and today was no exception. It’s a power vinyasa class taught by Chyla with live music by Ocho the Owl. Chyla brings to the practice a certain magnetic grace that is so grounded and strong that it seems to illuminate the room. Today, she started the practice with a heart-opening hand mudra, the abhaya hridaya mudra or “courageous heart”. It’s about releasing any doubt and living from a fearless heart. It’s about seeking those barriers you have built against love and breaking through them. It’s about realizing that you are love embodied, that the infinite love found in the mountains and the ocean is indeed the same infinite love that resides in you.
This month, I will live from a fearless heart. I will celebrate, I will dance, I will forgive. I will love with abandon. I will seek those barriers and break through them. I will follow my intuition, my dreams, my breath.
love is a place
& through this place of
(with brightness of peace)
yes is a world
& in this world of
– e.e. cummings
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.