The beauty of connection

Sometimes, when you live in the middle of nowhere it can be easy to resist going anywhere, especially when the wind slides a slice of summer into spring. I count my blessings for all the past practices that have taught me that there is always more to be gained when I rise to the challenge. I crossed over a beautiful mountain to get to a Sunday morning workshop highlighting Beltane brightness. I knew that I was reaching for, am reaching for the tapas that will heal the masses. I also know and need reminding that I can't do it alone. The resistance enabled the friction to help build a fire under my desire to create alchemy.

My kalyana mitra taught a superb workshop and lead us into ecstatic backbending challenges from working the rooting to a superb rise and then the ecstatic weaving, almost creating the circuit, almost touching head to feet around behind and the organic uplifting of my heart fiercely reaching for a long desired outcome.

I am at once grateful for the skill my Margaret has acquired and for her seeming ability to honor my growing sense of empowerment as I step into unknown regions of strength and flexibility. Margaret for me is ageless and solid in her wisdom. She is not without humility and reaches to weave the most exquisite of tapestries. I am glad she does not hesitate to enhance my practice with alignment assistance. I am fortified as well as intoxicated by her offerings. I always learn something I did not expect to need. I come away knowing more than ever that I am on a path of enablement. My offering bears fruit and hints of it show in the blossoming.

It is also very satisfying to feel a bit spent in the acquisition. I am reaching for something of meaning, reaching enough to match the currents of grace that make all of the difference. I am excited to know that the mystery is always just a heartbeat ahead of me, inside of me and all around me. Love and blessings to my kalyana mitra, all those of you who resonate with this sweet blossoming existence.