While the energy of endless sunny days always brings a certain buzz, this one seemed especially ripe with crescendos: voices long-waiting to be felt and sensed. Varying levels of quarantine have brought focus to the importance of mental health, cries of systemic/internal social injustices, and our ever-evolving relationship as guests on this planet we call Earth.
It can seem like everything that once provided a sense of normalcy and comfort has been swept out from under our feet, leaving us in a free fall. Whoa.
Over the last three months (which may have felt like three decades), this question has come up in many different ways. With time, there’s undoubtedly been shifts in our responses to this question. Stages of denial, grief, challenge, relief, repose, isolation, connection… we’ve witnessed a myriad of experiences within ourselves and others that we may not have felt so strongly for a long time. Or… ever.
That can be pretty uncomfortable. Anything new can be uncomfortable at first.
As the year draws to a close, it seems that so many of us- intentionally or not- move into reflective practices. This can be a potent energy to ride as the majority of our society gathers collectively at the precipice of transition. It is a sacred space- much like sunrise or sunset- where we are not defined by day or night. It’s a space where we linger in-between definitions of what seems so concretely real and entertain the possibilities of that reality being altered. It is a void which invites possibility.
And as many renew their intentions- attempts to catalyze alterations in reality- I wonder why it is that many of us struggle to see this change through. As with most philosophical questions and cerebral musings, I turn to the body- to my physical practice- to guide me toward truth. After all, the body never lies.
Kevin Yee-ChanManifest: make less change, make more space.