emergence

Each morning I dedicate time to noticing the trees surrounding my abode. Maybe it’s not so much dedication, and more by their command. Small flecks of yellow, rose pink, deep crimson emerge, revealing to sun. Tiny paintbrush strokes splashed amongst swathes of green leaves, earthy bark and brush.

These little beings, so long in deep slumber, re-emerging to the light.

Our practice is also like this. Revealing facets and feels submerged beneath surface. Tiny revelations, slowly unwinding, that we notice them in moments between movement and distraction.

Spring is perfection, calling us to slink from hibernation. Layers peel away, skin uncovered, we’re able to emerge and bloom in subtle ways of revealment.

In the yoga practice, lotuses (padma) have always been honoured. Symbolising the force of nature pushing aside heavy, compact earth; multiple, dense layers, to not only survive, but thrive and be adored.

Much of nature is pushing through. Against odds.

Trees, birds, flowers, animals - none of them need be told. It’s a collective intrinsic knowing. Now is time to emerge.

No matter what’s happened, how much dirt was poured, how forgotten you became, the dark and the cold. Now is the time to unravel and reveal.

Nature is the greatest teacher. It’s so easy to forget we are nature. But when we listen , even just for the shortest duration, we realise our innate knowing.

The inner teachings.

Realising we are a microcosm of the macrocosm. Being called to emerge, blossom and bloom.