Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Full Life.

It's been a long time since I've posted, a fact that makes my heart sign. Life is full. I've been waiting for it to settle down, and have realized that unless I let go of certain parts of my life that bring me and others joy, love and peace, things will not settle down. Not much anyway. So this requires a mindset shift.

Ready? Go!

Being full is a blessing. So many wonderful people and places to share this beautiful life with. Fullness requires responsibility too. Responsibility to continually seek inner space, to be sure the filling of my heart and soul matches that of my calendar. This is hard. Harder than before, when I hadn't realized how much my heart and soul truly thrive off of quiet, reflective time spent journaling, sleeping, meditating and practicing yoga asana. It's hard for the people who love you as well. Not only do you have to know exactly what you need, but they have to support you in finding the time and space you  need to be at peace. And you, of course, must do the same for them.

I think the greatest cause of peace and contentment in my life are mountains. I don't live near them, I hope I will again one day, but they're not one of the many wonders of Chicago. So I seek them out.
Rocky Mountain National Park

For Spring break my best buddy, Kelsey, and I drove all the way to Colorado in her wonderful Prius. We spent everyday in the mountains: skilling, hiking, running, driving...They are everywhere!

Having only ever skied once for a couple of hours on a "mountain" in Wisconsin, I was flat out terrified to be in Vail. But the mountains are empowering. Just as tadasana, mountain pose, channels your inner mountain and empowers you in any moment, being on a mountain gives you strength, courage and power.

Breathing in the mountains comforts me. Staring into the faraway peaks and then climbing up them fills me with a feeling of invincibility. I am strong. I can do anything. Through difficult seasons and storms, the mountains stay strong. Their exterior may show signs of weathering, but their interior never waivers. How magical to consider people embodying this same sentiment.


What is your mountain?