Recently, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to be whole. Specifically, the drawing together of energies – the compliment of spiritual to physical well-being.

When we are happy, joyous, content – our bodies likewise enjoy a relieved sense of being. Our muscles relax, our breathing slows – we slip into the space of non-thinking.

We may even experience what we as practitioners may call ‘bliss’. In this moment, however fleeting, our awakening becomes real. We can see it, feel it, touch – leaping from the bindings of spiritual books and into the heart of our knowing.

And, we realize it’s been there, all along – quietly sleeping; waiting for the rhythmic blessing of raindrops upon window to coax us from the racing of impossible thoughts.

Subconsciously, we may cling – assuming peace to exist only within the greater hold. A panic shifts as thought slips from grip; we mourn that which we can no longer hold.

Our awareness grows to accommodate the fullness of this life experience; as we realize – that our only limitations are of bone and skin.

As Thoreau once so elegantly described, we are constantly invited to be who we are.

This is what it means to be whole.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️