Blueberries on Matillija

I found the most delicious blueberries I've ever tasted in the far back corner of the Farmer's Market on Matillija Street. They are a deep purplish blue, perfectly plump, and have a nectar that is tantalizingly sweet. I've been going to the Farmer's Market for three years, and usually don't stroll to that corner of the market. One Sunday morning a few weeks ago, a friend lead me over and I happened on to these blueberries. These delightful berries are one of my most favorite new additions in my life. 

And so it is with my yoga practice. I'd been practicing yoga for several years before I came to Ojai. When I landed here, I went looking for a yoga class, preferably one with 1000 chatarangas where I would learn to wrap my leg around my head, all the while in a heated room of at least 120 degrees. I happened on to a Lulu Bandhas, whose sweetness changed my whole life. And I haven't done one chataranaga in years. So much for my bright ideas.

This all reminds me I'm not really in charge of anything. There is a Divine plan, and all I have to do, is slow down and notice, and to open with love to what is presented right in front of my face. Sometimes I am lead with the help of a friend, and sometimes I have to rely on the invisible friendly force of God in my life.

Trust and patience is a practice, especially when things become unclear. I can veer off serenity with fear, doubt, and spin out in two seconds flat. But if I breathe, and practice with grace in such moments, inevitably both friends and God show up and help guide me back to center. 

I know this for sure because it happened to me this very morning on Matillija Street.