I have entered what I have come to appreciate is a precious, golden period of opportunity. After 7 years of intense and all consuming focus; head down, bum up in the Sun Crescent SunYoga studio I find myself standing in a freshly plowed field. The ground is fallow, the earth is rich and sweet smelling, full of nutrients and raw potential. I am cherishing this rare place where nothing is set in concrete, anything is possible and innocence is all around. It feels like a gift - simple, open, newness - as though the gods are whispering in my ear... "Listen up...Listen up, dear Claire... We wish to speak with you..."
And the first words I hear?
There is space
Space to breathe
Space to feel
Space to reflect on where I have been
Space to see where I am now
Space to check in and ask -
Can I grow into a more authentic way of living my life?
One that honours, accepts, reveals and celebrates my truth?
Bespoke by me, for me?
All of us experience these big cyclical moments in our life. The times when big change sweeps through clearing out the dust, shedding new light and offering opportunity for a fresh way forward. Sometimes the change is gentle, sometimes the breeze has your mouth firmly behind it, other times the wind is brutal, springing from nowhere and leaving a trail of devastation and tossing you into complete chaos. No matter what direction the wind travels from or how catastrophic the events are, there is always a point where the storm subsides, the damage heals, and if you care to look with eyes wide open, the silver lining of wisdom and insight is revealed...
In pondering on what I wanted to write about I came across this Hafiz poem which urges us to embrace, and even fiercely protect, our fresh and delicate beginnings. I hope to encourage you be awake through the stormy moments of your life. Give them the space and time to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and move you to new, virgin ground...
We Have Not Come to Take Prisoners
We have not come to take prisoners
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
Run my dear,
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play."
For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,
But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom, and
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky