The yoga of space…
Space is necessary. Space is a commodity. Space is gold!!!! Sometimes it seems to be the hardest thing to find. Also, the very last thing that we look for. We work hard for money, we work hard for stuff, we seem to be able to find time; what is so elusive about space? Maybe we don’t know what can be held there; maybe we think it has to be immense to be of use–maybe, I don’t know–but over and over again I see people so crowded in on themselves. We are hoarders of our own baggage.
Is it this baggage that defines us, the accumulation of each and every experience that shapes who we are and where we sit in the world? Makes perfect sense that we would want to hold it. Like photos of our childhood, our first loves, the first place we called home, or the beginnings of the families we have created; we hold these experiences perhaps for fear of losing something. What a beautiful thing nostalgia is, right?
What I will ask is this; the next time you have cause to re-live a prized moment in your history, close your eyes. Breathe in the feeling of your body, the rhythm of your pulse and the sweetness of that memory. It lives in your very skin. We hold for fear of losing something that, we can not lose–who we are, the foundation that was built by our first kiss, our first love, our first loss, and whatever else you can think of, lives in each and every cell of our bodies. It shows in the glow of our smiles, the depth of our tears and the roots of our breath. It is something that we can never lose.
So let there be light. We move our bodies and take in each breath, to let in light; space! It is space that gives rise to compassion; space that gives us energy to love; space that feeds clear judgement and space that allows us to be, all those things that we have spent so many years creating.
It is not the holding of these moments, but rather the letting go, which allows us to live our experiences; to be the mother, the father, the husband or wife, the teacher, the student, the lover and the loved. Without the simple act of creating space within ourselves, those pieces can not find their way. So we breathe in and out; we stretch our muscles, move our bones and we put down our baggage, piece by piece. We let in the light, and through the tiniest of cracks; we make space.
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Thanks for sharing, I found this story while looking for new lyrics, useful comments and great points made.
Many thanks for the comment!