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Finding Peace Within Sorrow.

I had a friend once who traveled to India to undertake the training of a yogi. He spent a year ‘learning the way’, strict practices – breathing, meditation, yoga – to engage the peace and light in his heart.

Though when he returned home, his sadness resurfaced; the pain in losing a child far too great. The house, now emptied and ready for sale, resonated with happier memories. The hallway where his son learned to walk, the mantel which proudly hosted his t-ball achievements – now joining in his sorrow.

“I realized then,” he later shared, “that the real work begins when we are willing to embrace.”

The path to peace isn’t a ‘one shot’ deal, my friends. Rather, it is a systematic and lifelong commitment to the beauty and fullness of life. To live deeply, we must engage all aspects of the human spirit – our upset, our challenge, the devastation of heartbreak.

Only when we explore the depths of our own brokenness can we finally begin to understand and ultimately heal. It is a day-by-day, living, breathing, ‘bandages off means to beginning.

It is the beginning of living without compromise.

Do we always get it right? My goodness, no. Though in time, we learn to break the cycle of our knee jerk reaction – to sit within the shadows of our own heart, and say:

“I’m here for you, love. I promise it will be ok.”

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

Watching the Dragonfly Breathe.

“Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.”

– Dante Gabriel Rossetti

My darlings, did you know that you could watch a dragonfly breathe?

It’s true, I saw it myself this morning, just as I made my way out the door. There, as still as a lotus against the pond, was a shimmering glint of morning light – nearly imperceptible to the human eye.

I paused to watch for a moment or two – captivated, at first by beauty; then, spellbound by the miracle before me. How easily it might have been missed, masked by the rush of our self-imposed busyness.

And yet, here it is – this masterpiece of opalescence resting peacefully against my windowsill, reminding me to…

Just…simply…breathe.

Could there be any more beautiful a message from this, my ‘dragonfly yogi’…

Dragonfly from Andy Holt on Vimeo.