Well the holiday has ended and I find myself thrown back into lunches, work and early get ups. The holiday didn’t even linger to say goodbye, not a kiss, a wink or a letter. Nada. Harsh. Another nding, another beginning.
Our lives and our days a series of deaths and rebirths. A collection of transformations and changes. Each day we experience what it means to die and be reborn again in many different ways. Some of the deaths are small and almost unnoticed, some of them are a real life jolt, a shot of divine therapy to pull us back to a new start.
some are everyday…. at the end of each exhale
some go unnoticed… the end of a meal
some are stepping stones…. the end of a teenage romance
some are sweet….. the end of savasanna
some rock our world…. the passing of a loved one
some are not so welcome…. the end of our beautiful hair, body, face as we transition to a new age
some are expected…. our child leaves home
some feel undeserved…..we lose our job, become ill,
some are triumphant…….we finish our schooling
some are bring us comfort…..the end of a good book.
All things must pass like this. Everything changes both for the good and the bad. Some of them have lessons attached to them. The ones that we keep receiving are the ones we are being asked to look at. If we are forming an over dependence on someone or something then maybe that will be taken from us until we learn the lesson of how things must pass through us. Each passing is a clearing that brings new life and new roles to our life that we need to adjust to.
After every exhale we must breathe in
Practice for today: Are you able to let go of the parts of your life that are asking to move on? Each wee or big death is the metamorphosis of life. Trying to hang on to the old is like trying to stop the waves.