Somewhere In Between

I reach for my spiritual muscles within The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali's ancient whispers.

Phew…so much healing going on these days and I completely feel somewhere ‘in between’. I hear others going through the mill, which is far from fun with shit popping up of old stuff that does not serve us anymore and needs to be dealt with. Some days it takes me out fully and the energy is super flat. Then the next day, I wake up feeling like superwoman again. But lately, the flat-no-energy-days have sadly shown its challenging and uncomfortable face more often.

This is when I reach for my spiritual muscles within The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali's ancient whispers. Sutra 2.46, a gem of wisdom, winks at me like an old friend, nudging me toward the sweet spot, the space between the peaks and valleys, where life is in perfect harmony and balance.

"Steady and comfortable," it says, talking about the asanas (postures) of Yoga. Sri Swami Satchidananda brings up a conversation between a weed and a big tree. Both grew by a river in the jungle.

One day the tree looked down at the tiny weed and said: Hey you little thing, why do you stand near me? Aren’t you ashamed to be by my side? See how great, how big and tall I am. How sturdy and strong! Even an elephant cannot move me. But look at you. Hah! You shouldn’t have come here, people will look at you and laugh. Why don’t you move somewhere else?