Do you ever feel like you’ve given up on life? It’s like you wake up one day and ask yourself, when is enough enough? It feels like it’s taking all you’ve got to keep the wheel turning. Now before you go where I think you may, saying to yourself, ‘You think you’ve got it rough!’ I want to clarify, it’s not a quantitative equation. No line gets crossed that classifies hardship. Rather, it’s our quality of day-to-day living. Mind chatter seems to never end. It’s in these moments we hear that still small voice. It shows us we need to soften. We need to come back to ourselves.
I think our practice cultivates space for us to listen. Space to move past whatever our circumstance and expose a realness, an authenticity that unifies us. We can’t see it, or hear it, or feel it when we only feed our places of least resistance. It starts with a whisper, during these times, and a willingness to open just a little bit more.