I was headed to a networking event in New Albany last week, exhausted from previous weeks of multiple breath sessions, social overload, school starting and transitions at the Cave, when I pulled off 64 and drove straight to a park instead.
I sat on that park bench, inhaling the people that passed by. I was too stimulated to connect with my eyes, I needed a quiet and meditative environment, and each person that passed me blessed me with a part of themselves that I never would have picked up on had I not been so desperate for stillness. Their scent was my stimulus, strange and new and intimate.
Change is hard. And so is waking up.
Recently a friend who’s a nutritionist by trade and I were discussing how one of the toughest parts of our jobs is working with people that aren’t ready to do the work. Fear prevents us from living our fullest lives. But in truth, what is there to be fearful of?
I’ve struggled lately, and my work is accepting the complete undoing for rebirth to occur. I’m on the cusp of something amazing. This knowing led me to this place, and my struggle comes when my head wants to compete with my heart. I pray daily for clarity, for doubtless confirmation that I’m making the right decisions. I know I’m on the right path and that when I slow down enough to squeeze God into the equation, she shows me the way.
This Labor Day, I’m grateful for a break in the busyness of life. I’m excited to get away with my family, to the water and woods of Kentucky, and to breathe again. To breathe in beauty.
I’d like to welcome you to the Cave for a regular session this September. While transition has occurred, the rebirth of her space is palpable, and she feels really good.