I have ZERO hesitation to admit that I’m a grown-ass man who has seen Frozen II like 6 times and I cry every…single …time.
Without fail.
Have you SEEN this movie?! It’s a total life-changer.
I get so moved by this movie because it touches on themes very close to my heart:
Healing by making amends with the earth
Healing my making amends with indigenous people
Healing by affirming the power of women, including the divine feminine
Healing by discovering the divinity that exists within all of us, but maybe in an unrealized way, and that sometimes, the old version of us must die in order to transform us into the version we are destined to become
Whether it’s Osiris, Jesus, Elsa, or the Easter Bunny, truly, I love any myth, story, or religious tradition that celebrates resurrection.
I believe that birth, life, death, and resurrection is truly the story of our ultimate personal and collective evolution.
I think we can all understand this in both basic as well as metaphysical ways.
I don’t know if you get more than one go around on this planet but I can tell you this: I feel like I’ve lived several lives within THIS life. I mean, I feel like I’m a completely different person than I was even just 10 years ago?
Can you relate?
I teach a live, online Yoga Nidra class every Sunday at 9 am MDT (5 pm CET) and since tomorrow’s Easter, I can’t wait to explore the theme of resurrection as we practice living, dying, and being reborn through the unfailingly relaxing yet transformational practice of Yoga Nidra.
If you can’t make it live, no worries because you can still register and get the replay.
Please consider joining me with a drop-in, buying a class pass, or becoming a subscribing member.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a poem that has been very transformational for me. I hope you love it as much as I do. Tell me what you think.
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
