Sunday, May 4, 2014

falling down, and getting back up again

You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down.

-Mary Pickford

I think it can be that simple. Those moments when I've failed, when it has been very easy to feel sorry, place blame, and generally just have a lot of pity for myself, it is my choice.

No one made me do/feel/be any of it. I take responsibility, but more importantly, I pick myself up again. 

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When I ride, I am encouraged to place what I need to let go of before me. I visualize the open road with fields on either side. It is the landscape that is California from L.A. to San Francisco; a coastline etched into my psyche from the college years and driving back and forth. 

It's the cadence of music as my legs pedal to the beat. It's the dark room, candles flickering, and the timber of my favorite teachers voice. In class each week I say my prayers and ask the universe to help me let go. I am able to leave a little bit of my sorrows and grief behind. I surround what I need to let go of with love, a bit falling behind me onto that open road, and I watch as those thoughts/feelings/energy bound in stone begins to break and fall away.

My shoulders relax, my chest opens and I breathe.