Each of us holds within our center a flame. A brilliant, blinding source of love and light, that often we cover up and hide from the world as a result of our hurts and scars as we move through life. They are points of divinity within us here on earth, points of reference to guide us through this life.
When I meditate I can feel that flame growing inside me to the point where I sometimes feel heat coming our of my chest and my hands. I am starting to feel like that light is finding its way to the surface of my skin. To become visible to those who are also seeking to see.
I left yoga the other day in the afternoon and a homeless man on the street came up behind me asking for change, I felt terrible. I had nothing with me. The friend I was with gave him all the change he had and then the man walked away. My friend turned to go to his car and from behind someone gently but firmly came up and wrapped his arms around me, gave me a squeeze and gently let me go. It had such warmth to it that I actually thought it was someone that I knew. I never thought to be afraid. I was surprised and as I turned to see who it was he looked over his shoulder it was the homeless man, and he smiled at me with a mouth full of broken teeth as he made his way down the street away from me. I felt strangely blessed, like I had been touched by an angel. I turned to see if my friend had witnessed what had happened but he was nowhere in sight. I was profoundly affected by this moment in time.
Last night I spent the night helping a friend move furniture, and then we met another friend for coffee and dessert at a little out of the way cafe. I have been very conflicted about seeing this friend because I started doing yoga at her studio and ended up training somewhere else because I couldn't make the times work. I feel like I have been "unfaithful" to her and it was eating me inside. I have thought a thousand times of how I could tell her so that there wasn't this block in my energy with her. During the conversation I took a deep breath and I said " I need to share something with you." I told her how conflicted I was feeling and how desperate I was for her to understand how much I value her. How important this journey has been to me and how grateful I was for her guidance. She is very spiritual, and very self aware. She shared with me her own in the moment honesty and her feelings of jealously around that. And you know what, I sat and let those feelings land for me. But in the end she thanked me for sharing my truth and told me that it was the journey that was important, and the relationship we have is sacred and precious. I felt tears in my eyes at the clean-ness I felt between us in that moment. A brightening of my internal flame. I felt grateful I found the courage to be true to myself, and to her, in that moment.
There was an italian man working in the shop who had been flirting with us all night. He was funny and engaging and clearly enjoying the brightness of the energy that surrounded our table as we laughed and giggled the night away in intense conversation. He came and sat with us at one point and then just before we left, he came over with three little white bags each with a beautiful pastry inside. He thanked us for the evening and hugged us, sending us each out with a little treat and begging us to return soon. He was gallant and chivalrous and reminded me that small acts have profound meaning in the lives of others. I left feeling beautiful and precious with that small white bag between my hands and I said a small prayer of thanks on his threshold, for sharing the flame inside him, that divine point of light, with the three of us.
May you see in this beautiful season, your own flame, reflected in the faces of strangers and loved ones as we all make our way home.
I send you blessings of love and light,
for my own cup overflows,
Kathryn
When I meditate I can feel that flame growing inside me to the point where I sometimes feel heat coming our of my chest and my hands. I am starting to feel like that light is finding its way to the surface of my skin. To become visible to those who are also seeking to see.
I left yoga the other day in the afternoon and a homeless man on the street came up behind me asking for change, I felt terrible. I had nothing with me. The friend I was with gave him all the change he had and then the man walked away. My friend turned to go to his car and from behind someone gently but firmly came up and wrapped his arms around me, gave me a squeeze and gently let me go. It had such warmth to it that I actually thought it was someone that I knew. I never thought to be afraid. I was surprised and as I turned to see who it was he looked over his shoulder it was the homeless man, and he smiled at me with a mouth full of broken teeth as he made his way down the street away from me. I felt strangely blessed, like I had been touched by an angel. I turned to see if my friend had witnessed what had happened but he was nowhere in sight. I was profoundly affected by this moment in time.
Last night I spent the night helping a friend move furniture, and then we met another friend for coffee and dessert at a little out of the way cafe. I have been very conflicted about seeing this friend because I started doing yoga at her studio and ended up training somewhere else because I couldn't make the times work. I feel like I have been "unfaithful" to her and it was eating me inside. I have thought a thousand times of how I could tell her so that there wasn't this block in my energy with her. During the conversation I took a deep breath and I said " I need to share something with you." I told her how conflicted I was feeling and how desperate I was for her to understand how much I value her. How important this journey has been to me and how grateful I was for her guidance. She is very spiritual, and very self aware. She shared with me her own in the moment honesty and her feelings of jealously around that. And you know what, I sat and let those feelings land for me. But in the end she thanked me for sharing my truth and told me that it was the journey that was important, and the relationship we have is sacred and precious. I felt tears in my eyes at the clean-ness I felt between us in that moment. A brightening of my internal flame. I felt grateful I found the courage to be true to myself, and to her, in that moment.
There was an italian man working in the shop who had been flirting with us all night. He was funny and engaging and clearly enjoying the brightness of the energy that surrounded our table as we laughed and giggled the night away in intense conversation. He came and sat with us at one point and then just before we left, he came over with three little white bags each with a beautiful pastry inside. He thanked us for the evening and hugged us, sending us each out with a little treat and begging us to return soon. He was gallant and chivalrous and reminded me that small acts have profound meaning in the lives of others. I left feeling beautiful and precious with that small white bag between my hands and I said a small prayer of thanks on his threshold, for sharing the flame inside him, that divine point of light, with the three of us.
May you see in this beautiful season, your own flame, reflected in the faces of strangers and loved ones as we all make our way home.
I send you blessings of love and light,
for my own cup overflows,
Kathryn
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