River

My practice has been challenging lately, but I keep getting the message, from multiple sources, that pain is not necessarily a bad thing:

-Guruji, the founder of Ashtanga yoga, used to say without pain there is no yoga.

-My note from the Universe today said something similar:

Where there is pain, there will be strength.

Where there is sadness, there will be wisdom.

And where there is fear, Sarah, there will be renewal.

But sometimes, what one needs to keep living with the pain (even if it will one day lead to strength), is support.

So tonight, after a long day, I managed to make it to yoga with one of my favorite sources of support.

This song was on his playlist tonight:

Out across cities I see buildings burn into piles
And watch the world in wonder as mountains turn into tiles
And trees losing their leaves and faces becoming tired
I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire
Come and stumble me

Take me river carry me far
Lead me river like a mother
Take me over to some other unknown
Pull me in the undertow

Such are the things that make a kingdom rumble and shatter
The same dynamic that another day would never matter
It really just depends on who's giving and who's receiving
And things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving.
Come and humble me

Take me river carry me far
Lead me river like a mother
Take me over to some other unknown
Pull me in the undertow

I wanna go where you're going
A follower following
Changing but never changed
Claiming but never claimed

Take me river carry me far
Lead me river like a mother
Take me over to some other unknown
Pull me in the undertow

Yep, sometimes, we all need to be carried, even if only metaphorically...