Reset And Remember Your ‘Why’

Coming back home to yourself

by Kris Ward

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Care for a short ?love bomb? to interrupt and juice up your day?

True story:

I’d just turned 21. Legal drinking age.

Didn’t mean much to me because I’d had a fake ID since I was like fourteen. What else do you do growing up in Columbia, SC? I was pretty much over drinking by the time it became a legal activity for me.

Anyway, one thing I wasn’t over… was yoga. In fact yoga and I had just barely met.

Me being from SC and all, it was rockin’ my world. Mainly because it was so (what was it to me back then?)

Exotic.

Weird. Just… different. In a good way.

It felt true. New. Fresh. Cool (and this was even before it was cool).
More than anything it felt HEALING.

I didn’t realize it consciously at the time but it was healing a deep ache and confusion within me. It was healing – or rather RESETTING – my ideas about where my value, beauty and worth came from. It was also healing an eating disorder I’d barely even admitted to myself that I had.

So it was filling me up, but mostly it was a fun, kinda playful and flirtatious FLING that yoga and I had going on… nothing serious, at least not in the beginning.

But then, WHAM!!

Out of the blue.

I fell madly, deeply, PASSIONATELY… in love.

Like LIFE PURPOSE kinda love. And I can pinpoint the very moment it happened.

It was at my first yoga teacher training during a long and restful Savasana.

The following poem was read aloud. I share it with you today in hopes to remind you of and reconnect you to the moment YOU fell in love with YOUR work and passion (whether it is yoga or something altogether different) – the moment you made the decision to give the very best of yourself to the world through this work.

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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To me, that ‘Invitation’ was the invitation I felt every time I stepped on the yoga mat.

The invitation is still just as strong today, so many years later.  It is that invitation that I intend to offer to others (AND to myself) through my work in yoga… in dance… in coaching… in business.

Nothing speaks to my heart like that poem, so I had to share it with you. Still makes me cry every time I read it.

Whether you have a poem like this, a certain song that takes you back to your core purpose, or a sweet memory that reminds you why you do what you do…  whatever it is, may you often take time to read it, imagine it, remember it, reflect on it, and let it carry you back home to yourself.

May you trust yourself and YOUR great love.

May you give yourself the permission to pursue and develop the passions, talents, and skills that contribute to you sharing and immersing yourself in this great love of yours – for your own well being and abundance, and for the whole world’s benefit.

May you allow yourself to be highly rewarded for this great work you do, so that it can be sustainable and you may continue sharing your unique brilliance in YOUR flavor and style.

May you never forget that this love of yours (like my love for yoga) is yours alone. It is truly unique. Only YOU love it the way you love it, engage with it the way you engage with it, and share it the way you share it.

The world needs you to share it in your way, in order to feel whole and complete. So don’t hold back. Please, don’t hold back.

One Big Love,

P.S. Got your own version of a ‘sweet reminder’… an image, song, quote, poem, etc. that ushers you back home to yourself again and again? Please share it here! XO

 

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Kris Ward
Kris Ward is a Lifestyle Design Coach™ Trainer and the president and founder of AbundantYogi.com. She has helped to educate and inspire over 100,000 people worldwide out of painful conflict around money, self-sabotage, and inhibited self-expression into having the freedom and abundance to do what they love every day, and ...read more

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  1. Vanessa
    says

    I was also in a Warm Yin class when the Invitation was read out loud to the class. I completely teared up! I understand that feeling and how beautiful the moment was in making you realize the importance of life in terms of each line of the poem. I am still learning how to let go and hold nothing back, it’s been a struggle!

  2. Madea Rooks
    says

    Yes… I remember like it was just a few months ago… wait it WAS just a few months ago! I’ll still never forget the dawning of me telling a friend “I wish I could pass on everything that I have learned here so that other parents didn’t have to struggle like I did! Not everyone has the gumption nor support that I do. I’m tired of seeing these parents give up because they just don’t know what else to do and there is no one to help them. I wish… oh! DUH!!! I CAN!!!” Now I just gotta figure out HOW!!!