The pull of the soul is like the pull of a river. You can fight the current and get sore, tired and banged up; you can even eddy out for days, weeks, or even a lifetime, but in the end you are still going down the river.
The other night as I was tucking my five year old into bed she said, “Mommy, you know sometimes how when you’re with your best friend you feel like you’re with your Mommy?”
Probing a little deeper I said, “Yes, I think so, but what do you mean sweetie?”
I came down with a pretty rough strain of head cold last Wednesday and was forced to dial back all my activity. It wasn’t easy to do sometimes. The compulsion to keep running at the same pace becomes ingrained and can be hard to let go of. But at other times I let myself sink into the me that is under and beyond the doing.
I’ve been thinking about the slippery concept of destruction lately and how it relates to the human experience. The word destruction typically has only negative connotations in western society but that’s not true of the concept throughout cultures and time. In the instance of Yoga I am familiar with the Dance…..
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive…so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.” ~ Joseph Campbell