The past couple of weeks have found me in a flapping frenzy as I strive to bring Abundance of Peace into a studio location. There are details that I've been caught up in, and others that I probably haven't even thought of. Construction and cosmetic work have taken longer than anticipated. Policies and procedures leave me cold. Special yoga software bewilders me. And so, I've flapped, whipping my wings around with such force that it has left me tired, bewildered, and failing to delight in the view. Today, I took a deep breath and remembered to glide. The glide for me is the freedom, the thrill that comes with self expression. It is translating what I see and feel into words or art. It's listening to that inner voice when I'm teaching a class and stepping out of the comfort zone. It's trusting my place in the healing journey of others. Gliding isn't about evading responsibility, but about feeding the soul. Tomorrow I'll stop flapping and fighting all of the things that are not and will coast and glide into what is. Tommorrow I'll translate it to canvas. I'll quiet the mind that wants to tell me about all the things I am not. That is fear speaking, and fear knows nothing of the glory of the glide.
If you find yourself fatigued and flapping, take ten minutes to look out the window. You may be inspired not by birds, but by trees, water creatures or other living beings. There are messages in the silence, in those few moments you take for yourself. There is permission for you to let go into whatever your passion is in this life. There are reminders to breathe, to center, and to honor your uniqueness. Think about what makes your heart sing, and remember that it isn't about the distance of the flight, but about learning to glide.