Once I finished writing my previous post, I realized that I didn’t have an ounce of outrage left in me. Things change, and sometimes it just doesn’t matter. What I have learned about yoga, both on and off the mat, is not made greater or lesser by anything that happens on the periphery. One door closes, long after the right ones have opened.
Swami Kripalvananda taught, “Truly, the wise proclaim that love is the only path … and the only scripture.”
It’s easy to be distracted from the path. Weaving keeps me centered. There’s an entire universe of time and space between each thread, and an open invitation to just be.