This weekend I was gifted with a 48 hour period away from my normal story. My wonderful husband booked us into a tree house yoga retreat in the forest just outside of Sydney (at the amazing Billabong). It was just what my soul had ordered, yet the outcome was not exactly what I was expecting. In fact, what I ran up against as I came to my yoga mat multiple times each day was the strength of my own inner resistance.
Forget time, granddaughter
At least your human sense of it
Instead, remember cycles
Experience moves in cycles and flows in rhythms
It dances and expresses itself in ever repeating cadences of creation and destruction
Every Earth day is a cycle
Every Earth day is special
Every moment you have is a chance to lift up and celebrate
Celebrate the moment of quietude
Celebrate the breath moving in and out of your body
Celebrate the essence of life pulsing through your veins, connecting you to every other being in creation
Every moment you are truly present and aware, you are offering a gift to the world
Every Earth day you are here to be that gift
To offer yourself up just as you are
Whole and incomplete
Every Earth day is sacred
I am going to start this storyhack with a confession: I never wanted children.
At least, I never wanted physical children. There – I said it!
This decision and personal choice is something that is still considered taboo in most societies or at least very strange, but ever since I was a small child, I knew that this was not a path for me.