Recently I tried doing my kundalini yoga with a different teacher, who is based in the UK. I love her dvd’s, her energy and style rather different from the teachers I normally follow. During one particularly difficult kriya, she urged that it was a difficult point, but one needed to keep up, to push over the boundary, and to trust in the process.
So many times it is during my yoga sessions that I hear the words I needed to hear.
It has taken R so long to land on a job I am starting to have doubts, and wondering what had gone wrong where. Deep down I know it is a test of my negligible patience, my sometimes illogical need to have something now, or even yesterday. So I had to sit down, take deep breaths and know that it takes time for good things to happen, to know that this is an important career move for him and not something to be rushed into. My question of course is how long does it take for he and a good job to meet? And again I have to remind myself that I have to trust that it will happen, it takes time, and I need to trust the process.
Which is a very difficult thing, especially after Ferdinand died.
Before, we were strong believers in how things know how to happen, Nature is superior and knows how to manage everything. When friends gasped (in horror and doubt) at our decision to have a home birth, we smiled, patted their backs and assured them that the body is wise and knows how to do what exactly what it is designed to do- give birth, bring forth a new life.
We did get to affirm that belief once, Sophia being born at home. It was not an easy birth, but it happened naturally.
And so of course we expected to do it again, with our third child.
I ended up totally distrusting my body. It did not know to protect a tender life. it did not know that things were grossly wrong. It did not bring life. It took a long time to realize that it is time to bring forth the baby that will not breathe.
How could I still trust the process?
So we opted to give birth the fourth time in the hospital. But did we trust the hospital, the nurses and doctors, the equipment and all?
No, not a bit. And neither did it mean that we distrusted the natural birth process, for I still labored and birthed as naturally as possible. I was scared of syringes and would not use epidural or drugs. And then I realized what I did not trust was my body, or our luck.
This trusting now depends on what day you talk to me.
On some days, when my heart is so wide open it stretches over three universes, I can trust that everything that happened needed to happen when it happened. That I have no privy to the reason now but one day I will and I will begin to cry for joy. On those days, I feel that my son is just right here, close by, never lost. I feel we are joined to eternity and all the boundaries between realms break down.
On some other days, I even doubt if this life is even real. I suspect I have nothing within my power and that the fantasy I had in fifth grade about us earthlings being puppets and being controlled by some aliens who look down and grin at us like evil clowns is indeed real.
Walking this line between is hard. Knowing I have no control and yet control. Knowing I could die tomorrow and therefore having to seize this second. Knowing my loved ones could depart any time and the moment is now. Such an intense way to live, sometimes I am fatigued to the core.
To live with ease and let be, is a high art. To trust the process is sometimes, impossible.