Raw, adjective: 8. brutally harsh or unfair: a raw deal
Silence feels most appropriate this morning. There are plenty of folks saying plenty of important things without my needing to try to add anything.
All my heart can beat over and over is: lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu.
That feels like enough.
But just now I read San Francisco yoga teacher Kerri Kelly's moving story of how the loss of her stepfather in the WTC collapse ten years ago today set her life on a transformative path away from the everyday, those usual scripts, and toward something more life-giving. Moved by her grief, she turned away from what she was "supposed to do" and came into yoga. And in so doing, her most painful loss became her greatest teacher.
That's the power of the practice. The learning to find grace, opening, life, in the shadows, in the uncertainties, in those moments that challenge us to want to be alive at all. For today, that's enough.
The Day that Shut Me Down and the Yoga that Woke Me Back Up (MindBodyGreen)