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Friday, May 8, 2009

Ayurveda and Transformation

As I sit here contemplating next weeks class (in case you didn't know, Aaron and I are teaching a Monday evening series on Ayurveda) I received an email... It was entitled "Fear of Transformation"
I read it and WOW. This story explains exactly where I have been dwelling the past 6 months or more- flying through the air in between the trapeze bars that swing us through life... you know these bars, they are the seemingly "safe" places we dwell in "security" while we remain the same, eat the same food, have the same thoughts, talk to the same people, attend the same classes OR no classes, drive the same route to work and school... YIKES. I have been unknowingly suspended in the air between these trapeze bars wondering what and when the next bar will come into view...

Well, the bar showed up.... it said "teach this class, or else", it said, "do not eat tomatoes this summer;) it said "keep your faith radha, ahhhhll is well" a bar that says, BE PRESENT, BE IN YOUR LIGHT, RESPOND WITH WISDOM. It is AYURVEDA.

We are so blessed to be given the gift of Ayurveda in this life. We have been blessed because we have been given the gift to embrace fly through the air between the seemingly stable bars of life with support. I believe this support to be the healing science of Ayurveda.
The science that understands when it is time to eat a different food, think a different way, smile at a stranger... this is the science of LIFE. Full, unabridged, uncensored BLISSFUL life....

Please join me.....

OH, if you want to read the full story on the trapeze bars, check it:

from CD in AB again. I like this because it is so real.

Fear of Transformation
Danaan Parry

Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I'm either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I'm hurtling across space in between trapeze bars. I spend most of the time hanging on for dear life to my trapeze-bar-of-the- moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing and I have the feeling that I'm in control of my life. I know most of the right questions and even some of the right answers. But once in a while, as I'm merrily (or not so merrily) swinging along, I look ahead of me into the distance, and what do I see? I see another trapeze bar swinging toward me. It's empty, and I know, in that place that knows, that this new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth; my aliveness coming to get me. In my heart-of-hearts I know that for me to grow, I must release my grip on the present, well-known bar to move to the new one.

Each time it happens to me, I hope that I won't have to grab the new one. But in that knowing place I know I must totally release my grasp on the old bar, and for some moment in time hurtle across space before I can grab onto the new one. Each time, I am filled with terror. It doesn't matter that in all my previous hurtles across the void of unknowing, I have always made it. Each time I am afraid I will miss, that I will be crushed on the unseen rocks in the bottomless chasm between the bars. But I do it anyway. Perhaps this is the essence of what the mystics call the faith experience. No guarantees, no net, no insurance policy, but you do it anyway because somehow, to keep hanging onto that old bar is no longer on the list of alternatives. And so for an eternity that can last a microsecond or a thousand lifetimes, I soar across the dark void of "the past is gone, the future is not yet here." It's called transition. I have come to believe that this is the place where real change occurs.

I have noticed that, in our culture, this transition zone is looked upon as a "no-thing", a no-place between places. Sure the old trapeze-bar was real, and that new one coming towards me, I hope that's real too. But the void in between? That's just a scary, confusing, disorienting "nowhere" that must be gotten through as fast and unconsciously as possible. What a waste! I have a sneaking suspicion that the transition zone is the only real thing, and the bars are illusions we dream up, to avoid where the real change, the real growth occurs for us. Whether or not my hunch is true, it remains that the transition zones in our lives are incredibly rich places. They should be honored, even savored. Yes, with all the pain and fear and feelings of being out-of-control that can (but not necessarily) accompany transitions, they are still the most alive, most growth-filled, passionate, expansive moments in our lives.

And so, transformation of fear may have nothing to do with making fear go away, but rather with giving ourselves permission to "hang-out" in the transition between trapeze bars. Transforming our need to grab that new bar, any bar, is allowing ourselves to dwell in the place where change happens. It can be terrifying. It can also be enlightening, in the true sense of the word. Hurtling through the void, we just may learn how to fly.