Yesterday was Palm Sunday, the first day of Holy Week and I am becoming Catholic. As a child, I attended Mass with my best friend Theresa quite a lot but I never considered becoming Catholic. In fact, I didn’t know it was an option. My journey has been long and the road has been winding and I feel secure in being on the right path for the first time in a long time, maybe ever.
What I’m coming back to again and again is this idea of integration. As a yogi for over two decades and a yoga teacher, I have quite a lot of yoga practice and knowledge that is very much a part of my being. The Yamas and Niyamas, and the rest of the eight limbs were, perhaps, what catapulted me into a deeper spiritual voyage than I might not have otherwise traversed. I don’t believe all is lost. I do believe each thing has it’s place. I believe they weave together to make up me, to make up my testimony.
I wrote before that life is not either/or but both/and. I guess, for me, I just need to figure out how that all translates into a human life, my human life.
God loves us because of who we are and in spite of who we are. He knows we are flawed and he loves us anyway. What comfort there is in that!
As we enter Holy Week in the midst of a pandemic, my heart is calm. I am in the right place at the right time, just like I’ve always been. I have the time to study, pray, embody and love without the usual distractions and for that I am grateful. On this day over 2000 years ago, Jesus was preparing to die for us so that we might live. At the same time, Patanjali released the Yoga Sutras, a great spiritual teaching about using the body to find peace of mind. Somehow it all fits and I think my life’s work is to figure that out.