My beautiful life
I saw in my yoga book “Beauty is a remembrance of the whole,” by John Friend – it was a poignant statement.
Michele was speaking about the full or poonam moon and how it is a like a large mirror that reflects our image back at us. It followed a thread from this morning, when I was sifting through the NYT and came across the article on Happiness and then read some of the comments, I stumbled on one, from an older gentlemen who was regaling his beautiful life with his young family and 35 year younger wife but he said, I don’t know what to do about those moments of sadness from my past.
I wanted to write back and say, hey, they are one and the same.
What I would tell this man in truth is that to live is to experience anguish and regret, and joy is amplified by knowing sorrow. When I think sometimes of my past, I have a huge elephant that sits on my chest who wants to crush me until it squeezes out the last tear but then I catch a deep breath and next thing you know I am on top of the elephant and riding high into the sunset.
Joy – sorrow, happiness – sadness, they all come together to make a whole and they are the foundations of my beautiful life.