The process or period of changing from one state or condition to another.
Development. Evolution. Growth. Passage.
This week I went to a vinyasa flow class that blew my mind.
Figuratively and not because my headstand technique is still so novice. The teacher, Mimi, was a tiny woman with a smile so big it looked like it would extend past her physical face if she moved too quickly.
She filled the room with such grace and ease that my practice was the most fluid and natural it has ever been. My mind was clearer, I was landing more softly and each movement was executed with such intention. The spiritual limb of yoga was just as present as the physical poses and my practice took on a humility I had not experienced before.
Mimi spoke to us about how important it is to remain in a beginner’s mindset. That we are able to learn from everything should we stay open and willing to receive, especially in areas we believe we have already mastered.
At the peak of the class, as we rooted down in Tadasana (Mountain Pose), she spoke about transitions. How we are able to choose the way in which we move through openings and closings, beginnings and endings. How the ease of the ride is only as gentle as we allow it to be. Whether in regards to those relationships flourishing and those flickering out, a new job or the change in seasons, we are the captains of our own ship and the water will be as calm or choppy as we choose.
And then a well-known quote floated to the top of my mind and lodged itself firmly in there throughout the rest of the day.
“In the end only three things matter; how much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
I couldn’t get the last image out of my mind. How gracefully we let go of the things not meant for us.
For me, the shift from summer into autumn has come with simultaneous openings and closings. It’s been a period of regrounding, coming home and rediscovering the ease and calm that exists inside of me. To think that I regularly compromise that peace by clinging to things not on my path feels like sacrilege and yet I have opted for this time and time again.
Mimi’s call to remember that we get to choose grace when we transition, that change does not have to be jerky or painful should we stay in this moment without worrying about the next, came at exactly the right time.
As we transition into this season of slowing down, returning, re-tuning and shedding all that is dead, I’m making a conscious effort to let that which is healed, go and that which is magic, in.
So far, it feels really bloody good.