I started the today at Shree Yoga, just south of Kit Carson Road and 1/2 block west.
The room was beautiful, warm but not hot, small white enameled wood stoves and a wonderfully aged floor.
Suki greated me at the door. Suki was Lace’s nickname (my daughter) as a little girl.
There were four of us of all ages, one young man. I cannot say it as beautifully as she did, but she began our practice with these thoughts.
Lent was the topic. And though she’d decided to practice a date late, she had pledged her commitment to giving up something meaningful.
Not chocolate or wine. For denial of pleasures, if not such excessiveness warranting total exclusion, was transitory creating a later craving in abstinence.
She mentioned a Balinese song, whose words went something like this.
“if your heart is a flower, you will see flowers.”
“if your heart is a thorn, you will see thorns.”
Not to deny that one’s heart would sometimes be thorny and prickley, for these are necessary at times to learn. But, we control how long we stay in the darker, negative, contentious ones.
So, not too long. Because we will see what we think.
Her second point was in a personal commitment that she was making.
Unpeeling the onion.
Suki expressed that she was wanting to peel away the layers to better understand herself and her past. To uncover what is below.
I think this is a lifelong quest. Because, like an onion, if they are not continuously peeled and revealed, a crust and hardening will form.
And being almost 52 (and also having a facial today to peel away the layers), it seems that renewal is even more important. With the challenges of life in 20s, 30s, 40s in work, relationships, family, perhaps children it often seems too busy to do. The layers just encircle and encircle and the whirling dervish misses the point of wisdom and illumination.
In this and in so many other ways, I learn so much from children, from my children, from everyone younger who will take the world forward. It is okay to question, necessary. And to learn about self, which is unselfish. Really, no one really cares about you but you.
So I figure that I better figure it out.
To see what has worked, what has not, and to try to discover our true purpose. At least, our true purpose for this time.
When I see flowers, I am thankful and give flowers.
And then what I see is a big bouquet. Everyone’s flowers, complete with some thorns, all blending together in a beautiful joyous sometimes prickley arrangement with music and chocolate.