“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The thing about serenity is that you can’t just call it up and have it delivered. It’s elusive and fleeting which is why it’s all the more tantalizing.
I’ve been working recently with a new yoga teacher. She’s different from the instructors I’ve had in the past. She’s slow and deliberate keeping us at just the right pace and level of difficulty. The class is an hour and half, which is a big junk of time, when you add in the drive. It’s held in an unattached garage of the instructor’s home, which Lori has turned into a studio. As soon as I open the door, the scents, from whatever oil she is diffusing that day, wash over me clearing the path to a good session. She works us gently and deeply urging us to make it our practice and not compare. I keep my eyes closed most of the session, unless I’m not sure what I’m doing, and have to peek at someone else (which since I am new is frequent).
When it is near to the end, everyone is almost always surprised that it’s time for shavasana. I grab a blanket, rest on my mat and go into an almost otherworldly state. Sometimes, weirdly enough, I feel as if I could levitate, which is ridiculous, I know. That is my serene moment on Wednesday mornings at 9:30am.
So since I can’t spend my days in a yoga studio, there have to be ways that lead to that path of serenity. Contemplation and the gift of awareness can open our eyes enhancing our vision to something deeper than ourselves. I can observe the complexity of a flower, pause and listen to the soothing sounds of a waterfall, or watch the rise of the sun at 5:00 am in the North Carolina Mountains and feel something greater than myself.
We owe it to ourselves to seek it out in our everyday lives, whatever is the right combination that allows us, maybe even for a split second, to forget who and where we are.
“If it is a woman’s function to give, she must be replenished too.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Please follow the Serenity Circle with my friend, Wendy May, Scottish Photographer. She has a beautiful and her own unique way at looking at the world.