That Which is the End is Simultaneously the Beginning

Everything in nature has its time. Nature’s nature is birth and discontinuity. Everything in its time.  When there is an end, there is a beginning.

I see this now. I know this. Not a knowing in my head. It is a knowing in my body. An embodied knowing.

Everything in its time.

Things blossom, things fade. Things are created, things are destroyed. Things push up, things fall down. Things rise, things fall.  All in their time. All of this is, as it is meant to be.

We are, at any given moment, supporting life-giving and evolutionary purpose of nature or we are restricting the evolutionary impulse of the universe. – Anand Ji

I know resistance well. Resistance is a place where I have comfortably resided. Safe in the knowing that I can resist, I can resist what is offered to me, I can ignore what is offered to me.  In this, I am restricting. I am blocking. I am holding.

From experience, I have learned to surrender to this, that which I cannot control, that which I do not want, that which I have traditionally resisted.  I welcome this, I soften in to this, I accept this, I welcome this. In this, I allow flow, I allow movement, I allow what is meant to arise, to arise. Trusting, knowing, that it will pass.  Trusting, knowing that all is with its own time.

This rose blossomed overnight, greeting me as I greeted the sun on this fall equinox.

That all is within its time.

There are moments that end, all of the time. Moments in which we can not return to, in time. Moments that are only accessible when we recall them, when we bring the back, when we remember them.

Each breath. Each second. Each minute. Each hour. Each day. Each month. Each season. Each year.

Last night, as I prepared to lay my head to rest on the last day of my 42nd year, which also happened to be the last day of our summer season, I chose to return to images of my life, pictures that I took and photos that were shared with me. Memories rose, emotions came, tears welled, my heart swelled. I was, and am still, FULL of gratitude, immense gratitude for this magical, mystical, mysterious gift of life. Grateful for every moment, every synchronized moment that needed to happen for me to be here NOW. 

I opened my eyes, nestled within the warmth of my comforter, feeling the cool air from the fall equinox on my face. I rose and began my morning practice.  Standing, facing the rising sun, I began chanting the mantra Sat Chit Ananda. My alarm sounded at 7:49 am, marking the moment in time when I was born. The alarm was planned, yes, that is true. What I would be doing during my practice when the alarm would sound was not planned. Or was it.

Yes. Everything as it is meant to be. Everything in its time. 

I welcomed this next journey around the sun while evoking Truth Consciousness and Bliss. I couldn’t plan this. I could not plan this.

Here, now, during these first hours of my 43rd journey around the sun, I continue to be full.

Full of love, light and gratitude.

Sara