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So this, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges: Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?

— Elizabeth Gilbert

A few days ago I went to see Elizabeth Gilbert speak on her book tour promoting her latest work, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. The quote above, from the book, acknowledges how brave one must be to embark on any creative pursuit.  It takes courage to get out of your own way and and just do the thing you are called to do.

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I’ve come to love hearing her speak, all full of humor and wisdom and the realness of your best friend. So many of us fake our way through life, pretending it’s all good and life is as perfect as what we like to portray on Instagram. (And yet, we still long for more.) She somehow conveys it’s okay to be messy and imperfect, as long as you show up for yourself.

Her book Eat Pray Love was changed the way I thought about my life. It’s kind of a cliche at this point, isn’t it—a woman proclaiming a deep love for that book? But you have to let your soul be moved by whatever resonates.

Because of this book I began to own up to my own writing aspirations. Because of it, I knew I ached for devotion to something, even if it was as simple as finding beauty in this world.

Because of it, I knew I wasn’t some insane person who had traveled to Rome and eaten gelato four times in one day.

Because of it, I knew I wasn’t alone in longing for some unknown thing that kept tugging at my soul.

Because of it, I knew it was okay to go searching for that unknown thing, even if it was in the mundanity of my everyday life.

Because of it, I knew I wasn’t alone in wanting something more.

And for that I say, thank you Elizabeth Gilbert.

xo, with goodness and grace.

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You may have noticed my absence last week. First I felt a little rundown. Then my throat felt funny. Then it was on fire. Then I got sniffly.

Before I knew it, y’all, I was down for the count. I actually, no joke, slept for the better part of 48 hours.

Life lesson #1: You can’t blog about what was good that week when you can barely lift your head off the pillow. So the goodness of week 37 was, I felt crappy and I rested and then I felt (mostly) better.

Now, onto week 38.

Imagine you’ve had a full weekend—when you haven’t fully recovered from the flu-ish thing you had—and after spending a beautiful morning with friends, you go home and take a nap. The nap feels so cozy and warm you want to stay in that space the rest of the day. But you can’t.

Because you signed up for some crazy yoga thing downtown.

So you make the trek to the southernmost part of the city to a helipad, which is a little inlet where helicopters take off and land throughout the day. This is where you will do SoundOff Yoga, or a class where everyone wears headphones, so you have music and the instructor’s voice piped directly into your ears. Actually there are two yoga instructors, both lovely spirits: Elena Brower and Jennifer Pansa.

The class begins as the sun begins to set, which is ridiculously awesome.

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As you downward dog, you see the layers of colors in the sky—peaches and pinks and blues. As the sky gets darker, the sliver of the moon illuminates its own corner of the universe, looking for attention.

And as the sky blue morphs into midnight blue, you look behind you to see what this group of yogis looks like in the dark. You see circles of blue, from each person’s headphones glowing around their ears.  Nothing you see in that moment has ever been more cool.

This was my Sunday.

As I lay down on my mat, the class winding down, one hand on my belly and the other on my heart, I opened my eyes and took in what was above me. The stars were peeking out from the darkening sky. A flock of birds circled and played overhead, as if they were blessing us with their joy.

As Elena spoke some final thoughts, she asked us to be present. She asked the question, how do we feel when we’re connected, when we’re in the flow? Joy, was her answer. Joy, connection, relief (relief? My quiet brain played with the word. And then, such sweet surrender in the ahhhhh, yes, this is how it should be)—that’s how you know when you are home.

I wish this for all of you.

xo, with goodness and grace.

 

 

 

Words are lyrical for me.  They carry deep meaning and wrap their way into my soul and become intertwined with every fiber within me.

The poem Spring Giddiness came to me this week, and it was like it was speaking directly to me, especially this first part:

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

— Rumi

Let the beauty we love be what we do. 

It’s a beautiful way to live a life, isn’t it?

I hope poetry finds you this week.

xo, with goodness and grace.

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