It’s hard to put into words just how I’m feeling. I feel my heart is bursting open, truly. I knew that a yoga teacher training would be transformative, but I don’t think I quite understood just how much so. I honestly feel so freshly open, so tender, so raw that I’m not even sure how much I want to write and share, just yet. I want to savor it, to wonder at it for just a little bit longer. To witness myself as I heal, as I walk through the fire and emerge anew.
However . . .
I am finding that old wounds, however long forgotten, are rising to the surface, gasping for air, begging for release. I am finding that as each new layer is exposed to air some hidden sorrow floats away, dispersing into infinity, just like that. I am finding that I can cry, and with those tears my fears are washed away. With those tears I water the soil of my heart, nurturing the seeds planted there in some other time and space. I am finding that I am lighter in spirit and a little more soft around the edges.
There is nothing I need to do, nothing I could ever do, to be any more loved than I already am. I am worthy. I am whole. I am enough. It’s just that simple.
And his Heart said to my Heart, “Rest in me. Everything is going to be ok.”