This evening, my first Yoga of the Heart class at Eastside Yoga opened with a beautiful poem that felt so appropriate for what I'm experiencing in my life right now:Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you're bravely working.Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
Here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
And expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and
coordinated as birdwings.~Rumi
Up to where you're bravely working.Expecting the worst, you look and instead,
Here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
And expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and
coordinated as birdwings.~Rumi
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