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What happens when the petals settle?

The cherry blossoms are in full force right now.  When the spring breeze picks up, thousands of tiny pink petals swirl in the air.  For a moment I am mesmerized by the magical view.  It reminds me of glitter whirling in a snow globe, but on a super scale.  When the breeze dies down and the petals settle, the scene has shifted ever so slightly.  The earth, trees, and sky continue their collective seasonal labor.  Growing something takes a lot of energy, and these efforts happen regardless of whether an audience is watching or not.  I wonder if the petals’ aerial display helps me now, after the spectacle is done, to appreciate what was there all along.  The earth’s nourishing stability, the trees connectivity, our sheltering sky.  Perhaps when the petals settle my outlook has also shifted.

There are times in all our lives that feel like winds are kicking up petals, glitter, pollen, dust - you name it.  These come in the form of big stuff like moving a home, extensive travel, changing jobs, medical surgery.  Or smaller stuff like a challenging homework assignment, hosting a picnic for your friends, reorganizing files, or closets.  I recently experienced a swirl-and-settle in my life.  I was honored to participate in a theatre production that culminated last week.  The winds swooped in with the juggle of rehearsal, work, and school.  As the project moved through tech into performance mode, the addition of a live audience carried a new energy in the current.  There were only two public performances and for each I was in position stage-right in the wings.  I witnessed each cast member speak their truth.  I heard their courage and compassion as they helped tell each other’s story.  I felt the audience’s response to the highs and lows of the journeys being told.   I felt as if we all, artists & audience, were temporarily suspended in the sacred space we co-created through the ancient art of storytelling.  What if you could see generous listening, see an intention to share your heart behind any words spoken?  I imagine generosity and heartfelt intent look like sparkles of light flowing between and around us.  

Photo: Cast members of Generation Rise: Reston on stage during rehearsal as the co-playwrights and directors guide from the house seats.

We close the production, we celebrate, we return home, and then it is Monday, and the petals settle, and what is there?  In theatre we call it “a post-show let down” that lull after the glow of show.  In life we call it “a chance to catch up on the laundry that has piled up.”  As we see in nature, the winds come and go and the seasons come and go, we all go on.  I wonder if all humans could listen with generosity and speak from the heart with every interaction in life.  The roots of yoga teach us, yes this is possible, and it is karma yoga, skill in action.

In the human body there are functions that reflect the “kick up of the winds” and “settle of the petals.” For example, the two phases in the heart pumping cycle.  The systole, when the heart contracts and pushes blood out of the chambers, and the diastole, the space between contractions when the heart (made of muscle tissue) relaxes, and the heart’s chambers fill with blood.  In my imagination systole is the wind picking up, and the diastole is the settle of the petals.  Both phases serve a purpose. Both are needed equally, even though the diastole phase appears to have no action in the muscle of the heart.

Photo: this snapshot flurries the glitter in my memory of our rehearsal process.

In our yoga asana practice (and most mindful movement practices) we start by inviting the petals to settle in our mind.  We do this by simply turning our awareness inward and observing our natural breath.  With intention, we breathe deeply to stir what is stagnant and ventilate what is stuffy.  We purposely mobilize and stretch to stand taller and reach wider, all done to unfurl our proverbial sails to catch the wind.  We ride these invisible currents of life-force for the time we have.  As the practice closes and the movements quiet down, the petals settle in our body to join our quiet mind in an integrated peaceful state.  From the outside it looks like we simply go on to whatever is next in the regular routine: work, parenting, school, making, cleaning, crafting, cooking.  Yet from within, a shift has occurred.  The action in the regular routine of life is a continuation of the practice.  We move through life with our quiet mind.  Doing the laundry with a peaceful inner state is yoga.

The roots of yoga teach us no matter the circumstance, there is an opportunity to grow.  Regardless of what situation kicks up the winds, or the conditions of our regular routine, we have the option to use our inner awareness and outlook to appreciate what has always been there: the nourishing, stable earth, and our sheltering sky.  We have the option to reconnect, to quiet mind, to grow & learn in every setting.  You are invited to exercise your innate freedom to choose.

April 2023