It’s Never Too Late
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“The creative adult
Is the child
that
survived.”
Author unknown
Do you want your life
To be different?
Do you want to feel
More connected,
More hopeful,
Less anxious?
Do you wish
You could:
Exercise,
Dance,
Play,
Celebrate…
Let life
Vibrate
Through
You
Just
A
Tad
More?
Just
A
Tad
More?
Do I?
I suppose I do.
Since I am
Writing this
From
My
Self,
From
My body/mind/spirit,
Ever-changing
Balance/
Imbalance.
I consider myself
Somewhat
Creative
In
Certain
Arenas,
Teaching
Writing
Coaching,
Yes!
Living?
Not so.
Not today.
Not this moment.
In this moment,
I feel bound.
I feel tight
And
Constricted.
I feel
Held
By
The
Circumstances
Of
The
Day,
Unpredictable,
Changing,
Not changing
At all—
Without
Order
Or
Sense.
And
At the same time,
I
Feel
Liberated
And
Free.
It’s
All
True.
All
Sacred.
All—
Inevitable.
~~~
The message for today?
IT IS NEVER TOO LATE.
To attend to that child,
That child,
You.
The
One
Who
Lives inside of YOU.
It is never too late.
To play.
To
Connect.
To
Find ways
To reach out.
Swami Kripalu said,
The key to your heart
Lives
In the heart
Of another.
TRULY SAID,
Swami-Dude-Man.
~~~
Okay, so that’s true.
How?
How to do it?
I have two ideas.
Two invitations.
Two options:
~~~
The most fun I have had in my adult life
Has been in
The Inner Quest Intensive.
(I am not making that up. That is TRUE.)
Being together in a group
That is
Committed to creating
The world in which we want to live.
Being both held safely,
Being fully accepted
For exactly where
We are,
While being
Part of the
Holding
Of others.
I have had
Pee-in-my-pants issues,
Laughing so hard,
Wailing
With glee.
And
In that program,
I have felt
Connected,
A part of,
One
Among
Many,
As nowhere
Else in my life.
If you want to connect
To your child.
If you want to
Laugh,
Feel your feelings,
Wake up,
Chill out–
If you choose to
Look inside,
To
Live yoga for a few days.
Be part of the world
You choose to create—
Please follow this link.
September 30-October 3.
I have another idea.
There are a few open spaces
In a wonderful
Ongoing and closed
Women’s group
That I attend.
We meet weekly
For one hour.
We have been together
Since pandemic days.
Folks are transitioning.
Do you want to belong?
Do you want to feel connected?
It is support group and
A group
Of learning
We meditate,
Breathe,
Check in
And work
With
A curriculum
Of presence.
With
A workbook
Of
Mindful
Strategies
And
Practices.
Interested?
Questions?
Email Aruni: thecoacharuni@gmail.com
~~~
I trust what runs through me throughout a week.
Here is a wonderous Mary Oliver poem, that found me again.
I read it. I weep: with…???
Relief?
Remembering?
Perspective?
Hope?
Mindful (by Mary Oliver)
Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for –
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
~~~
Does this poem touch you?
How?
Where?
Why?
How might you live
Into it
Just
For
One
Moment
Today?
~~~
This song, both old and new, revisited my heart this week. I remember playing this song continually, CONTINUALLY. It connected me to my longing—
How I wanted Something, Somewhere, separate from my anxiety, my mind’s scanning the universe for the next obvious danger—how I wanted Something, Somewhere, that is my Relief, My Home, My Place.
Guess I still do.
I visit it sometimes.
The signals and signposts are there.
I just leave—and have to keep
Coming
Back:
My Sweet Lord
George Harrison.
~~~
So now what?
What are you,
What are we
Going to do?
It’s never too late—
To practice.
Fall down?
Get up.
Feel sad?
Let it be.
Bless it.
Lean
Into
Happiness.
Feel lonely?
Bless that
Feeling.
Pray for another.
Look around.
The miracle
Is
Right
There,
Waiting,
WAITING
To be
Seen.
Bless you,
Bless us,
All.
May we see what is.
May we see past
Our own limitations.
May we see the
Blessings.
Om shanti—
Aruni