Over the last month, I've experienced limitations in ways I didn't expect:
Starting over again in yoga, spending whole classes in child's pose, quietly crying for my inert yearning to stand down fear in warrior two, quiet and full of breath.
Warrior two had to wait.
As did walking fast
turning my head quickly
working at either bench for more than two hours
and dancing to country music in my studio...
I had to cultivate (and continue to do so because it is amazing!) the quiet, less active parts of my daily life.
As I gradually re-introduce the spirited movement I've come to love so much in my thirties,
I've found everything to be bouyant, lively and full of gratitude
and ultimately I find that in the middle of everything vigorous, there is now an avocado seed of stillness.
A pause in the richness of going and doing...
a moment or four of sitting in my overstuffed studio chair with a mug of something warm
hearing nothing but the sounds of the city swinging wide around my house
mind full of clear blue nothing.
In the limitations of my situation, I was given something valuable to life me above the stress I had created for far too long:
A golden Hawk Wing.
Strung on a chain of 'A's, as in:
I made one for you,
hoping that in the wearing of something so feathered, you might get the mile-high perspective you need to make room for stillness and wholeness in your life.
Asymmetrical, elegant and from my hands and heart.
In the Leather Shop this evening.