When we allow ourselves to to acknowledge the love that constitutes our being, we realize our own largess. Like the Grinch whose heart grows three sizes in a day, we find ourselves overflowing with gratitude toward everyone and everything around us. Sometimes our feelings seem ineffable - we have no idea how to express what feels like an erupting volcano of joy that hits all of sudden.
There are different triggers for this bliss; for me it's settling in to my tent in Montana, but we could be set off by anything - something as seemingly trivial as a fresh raspberry picked from the garden can turn on the joy factor. It's fun when bliss hits. Meditation is key. If more people knew its power they'd be lining up at yoga studios to learn how to do it.
It's a matter of being quiet in the overlap, of learning to sink into what's happening beyond the daily business of moving about and getting chores done. When we meditate we learn to engender that overlap without too much fuss. We learn to sit still in the emptiness that is everything.
Then we can become the main character, the centrifugal force for our own joy. There is a sense of being all places in an instant: curled up on my sofa at home typing; in the main yoga room, and out in the woods all at once. We are here, there, everywhere in synergistic burst of awakening.
It all boils down to energy - the expansion and the contraction of ourselves. Let's go for the expansion now - let's hit the largess of everything.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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