Yoga, walking in nature, and writing brings me joy. These activities place me in the NOW, allowing my purest form of free expression and expansion to come forward in my life. Each one on its own provides benefits.
Yoga, the practice of uniting the body, mind, and spirit into alignment keeps me grounded, flexible, and balanced through the practice and beyond. With it comes a sense of spiritual community and a place of belonging within myself and my world. In yoga, I am enough. Showing up for a class or a pose in yoga is all that is required. Applying this to life relieves the self-imposed pressure of striving for the end result. It helps me to be present in the process of living. Yoga is a teacher in the art of being human.
Its lesson is joy.
Walking in nature among wildlife and birds, and trees bring me to a state of awe and wonder. Constantly amazed by the profound beauty in nature I gaze upon the seemingly chaotic wilderness and relax. With fresh air and sunlight, I am cleansed of my worries. Moving through this landscape, I am connected to every critter, creature, and plant. Together, we share the benefits of Mother Earth. Its message is joy.
Writing, at times is difficult for me, to find the willingness to sit with it. Yet, it can provide a great sense of accomplishment, more than the other two. It requires extended effort to be in quiet space without the added release of movement that yoga and walking supply. Delving into larger landscapes of untamed thought processes can be frightening. Exploring this unknown or unresolved territory is more challenging than an advanced pose or a rocky path. Writing brings me to the real me. There is no resting in child's pose or hiding behind a shady tree. You are open, exposed, and vulnerable to yourself and your readers. Its reward is joy
What greater joy is there than to know and experience your true self in its authentic form.
Susan J. McFarland
April 24, 2019
April has arrived and I can feel a shift of energy. Patio furniture is placed outside. The yard is cleared of debris from winter storms. Walks in the woods become part of the daily ritual. The process of cottage building begins as my husband heads north with the first load of supplies to be placed in our newly rented storage unit.
School is two months away from being complete for the year. Track meets start this week. Yet, Middle School will soon be a thing of the past. A teenage driver with a job will be the new norm. Yoga Teacher Training is now the focus, as I learn to mother myself.
A feel a sigh of relief as I breath out. Pent up pressure is released as fresh air from open windows filters into our home. This is spring. The start of new beginnings, as crocus’ push their way towards the light.
Just as a flower has waited to bloom when the warmth and light return, so too have I lingered in darkness only to be ready for spring when it so easily and effortlessly arrives.
Susan J. McFarland
April 7, 2019