Embracing Weirdness

Practice, practice, practice. 

If you've been to one of my workshops you know I consider myself a spiritual person. God has been at the forefront of my life before first memories formed. As a child I was plagued by a strong imagination and stronger faith. God, angels, ghosts, mother nature, whatever form it took if connected to something bigger that the physical realm before me I was enthralled. Part escape, part truth-seeking, my young spiritual journey eventually found me jaded by the various schools of belief and lost to atheism. 

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While living and studying in Cannes, France I returned to God.  "Here I am, I'm back", I proclaimed to an empty courtyard and a bright blue sky framed by Mediterranean palm trees and fluffy french clouds. It's no wonder french painters captivated the world, the landscape inspires.

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Years later I found my beloved hangover cure (yoga) was the missing link to my floundering spiritual practice. I was afraid and felt alone. Yoga kept me focused.

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If I connect to God more fully, I thought, what would i be asked to let go of? What would I be asked to embrace? Afraid of the answers, I used yoga as a guide. Once I opened to the joys of of a daily communion with God, my heart opened to the joyful love of oneness.

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Oneness - to me, is connection to everything. It is remembering that I am one part of a whole, a whole unfathomable to the physical, thinking mind. Oneness, to me, must be experienced through love and faith.

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So I jump in, feet first, and land safely on mother natures sweet sweet skin, to be nurtured through spiritual evolution. 

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Its scary to commit to a life of putting God first in each moment. It means connecting to compassion and love, standing strong in vulnerability. It doesn't mean I love with wild abandon while unicorns prance and fairies fly. It looks more like having compassion for the dark parts of myself (and others), acknowledging what I need and setting boundaries with clear communication. 

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It is tough work. The spiritual path is not for the faint of heart. And yet it is all worth it when in the panic of darkness, I remember that God is always with me, and I need only listen with tenderness and grace. 

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Our paths of spiritual evolution may look different, but we are one. May your path be blessed by faith and openness to the adventures of life.

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Peace and love, Rosie