Inside Out
It probably shouldn’t take the casualty of these economic times to help us distinguish between the real and the unreal. Who we are, what we need, and everything that has defined us on the outside becomes easily stripped away.
Remembering that I am not the job I do, the home I live in, or the role I play as mother, sister, or brother may be difficult to separate from. Remembering that I am not the mind that problem solves, calculates, or traces endless lists of things to do, may be difficult to quiet. So many things to so many people, but these are just the roles I play. I am not defined by these roles, and my value is not defined by those who have assigned them to me.
Our true self is “that which cannot be burned by the fire, water can not wet it, and wind cannot blow it”. It probably shouldn’t take 20 sun salutations to settle us into a zone where we can move inward, but eventually we find a place where we feel the peace. I recognize that there are many reasons I hit the yoga mat, and they begin with the simplest of poses. Standing in mountain pose, the lesson in challenging times is clear. Stand as a mountain, “a mountain stands in storms and hail without getting affected.”
