The Entry Point

The entry point of every journey is always so telling.

In this continuum of life—everything flowing from one place to another,

ever evolving, ever becoming—

we're invited to notice the details of each moment,

the frame in which they live,

and the singularity they hold.

A universe unfolds in every breath:

endless possibility, beauty, movement, celebration—

and, eventually, the quiet wisdom of detachment.

The understanding that clinging creates suffering,

and inhibits the necessary grace of change.

Life moves on.

Love moves on.

Everything shifts and cycles in the great dance of becoming.

Like the bees in my dream—three little bees,

held in the light, casting soft shadow—

attuned to the vibration of life.

Tune in.

It will break your heart—and break it open.

In that opening, there’s space:

for growth,

for truth,

for union with self—

the ultimate expression of yoga,

of what’s possible when we meet life honestly.

Life is beautiful.

And somehow, through it all, we are okay.

Money will come and go. Business will evolve.

There will always be new ways of being, relating, creating.

We are always free to choose again—

to walk ourselves back to grace,

day by day, moment by moment.

Where we look, we go.

So look toward the light within.

Honor it.

Look for it in others.

Be a force of change,

of wisdom and brightness,

even through heartbreak.

Let it change you. Trust its teaching.

The only difference between light and dark is how we see.

Go with grace.

Make your days rich and soulful.

Elevate your experience, your understanding—

so that you may be a rainbow in someone else's sky.

And as for the rest—those still seduced by shadow or desire—

wish them peace, too.

May all beings find peace.

We are in this together.

Find peace.