Today I’ve been turning the compost piles and potting up baby cypress seedlings gifted to us by a friend, feeling calmed and soothed by my hands being in the soil, present with nature’s wisdom of endless renewal.
Things come into being and exist for a while then, when it’s their time, they die, nature composts them, and the compost nourishes new life; energy is transformed. There is a wisdom to the cyclical transience of life and death. Each death is renewal, the birth of something new.
We see this wisdom represented in yoga by the triple god or ‘trimurti’ of Vishnu, the creator, Brahma, the sustainer or the preserver, and Shiva, the destroyer. Each ‘god’ represents an archetypal energy that is part of existence – birth, continuity of life, and death.
On a day when our local community has been shaken by a very destructive energy, the earthy whispers of the soil have been my balm. I’ve asked the Earth to help me harness this wisdom so that I can most easefully navigate the tender time our community finds itself in, serve however I can, within my truth, and draw from this time the treasure it contains.
With each challenge we face, each loss we suffer, there are precious jewels of new understandings and new ways of being if we open to this. May I continue to release to the Earth that which is ready to die within me, trusting that it will be turned into the fertile compost of new beginnings, and may I be open to the transformational energies of rebirth, guiding these always in the direction of peace, harmony, compassion, love, forgiveness, acceptance, joy. Om shanti.
frond yoga with Rebecca May 