Everything has changed. Abruptly, my life has shifted from what was comfortable and familiar, a worn college T-shirt, a threadbare pair of Nikes, to something entirely and dramatically new. I should have expected it—you should always expect it—but change is a sneaky bastard. Even if you ask the universe for it by name you never really, really, think it’ll happen and then BAM—you’re blindsided.
Six weeks ago I was knocked for a real loop. I’m still trying to get both my feet back under me, which may take a while, but hey—that’s the nature of epiphany. It doesn’t come quietly. It doesn’t just whisper, or tap you on the shoulder: it throws a brick through your windshield and burns down your house.
Forgive me for being purposely ambiguous. This post is just to say, I’ve been revolutionized, and there is more to come. Stay tuned.
I’ll leave you with a Sanskrit mantra, something we’d chant in my most Easterny yoga classes. Say what you will, but there’s something more, something extra- and super- and meta- about the click of the consonants in your teeth, the space in your mouth opened by vowels, the buzz of Ms and Vs on your lips and in your bones. It speaks to the power of the written word, the Word that transcends, and the epiphany that occurs when we allow ourselves to encounter it.
Om bhur bhuvas svaha
Thath savithur varaynyam
Bhargo dheyvasya dhimahih
Dhyoyonah pratchodhay-yath
(Translation: “We worship the word that is present in the earth, the heavens, and that which is beyond. By meditating on this glorious power that gives us life, we ask that our minds and hearts be illuminated.”)
Still waiting for the “more to come”.
Hey You. I like you a lot! I was thinking about you yesterday on my walk in the park and how much I love you! Hope you are well!