Monday, June 8, 2015

Muladhara Chakra: TRUST

Muladhara chakra. The root. One of the most significant qualities of this foundational chakra is Trust. For me (and I know I am not alone), this has been a life long process of building strength, stability and a firm ground to stand on. 

Trust is subjective, until it is second nature. To trust implies that there is something to trust in. At first, I learned to trust in many many external sources. It was a necessary experiment in the journey that ultimately led me to the bindu point of my heart. I trusted my family as they reflected back to me, who I am and who I was not and who I chose to become. I trusted my yoga teachers. I trusted my therapists when she told me what she saw. I painted the word TRUST on the entire side of the garage.  I trusted the Swami in India when he intentionally neglected and ignored me when I asked for help and guidance. 

Still, inside I crumbled with fear and doubt into a spiraling mess. 

It wasn't until I had my daughter that the trajectory of my big lesson on Trust started to shift from a longing for external validation to an internal knowing.  Maybe part of it was I didn't have the time to occupy myself with so much doubt. It was no longer about me and my problems. There was no time to stew. I was responsible for another life. It was my duty and responsibility to ensure that this other little precious human could trust the world she just entered without an inkling of doubt. So the awakening and rebuilding of the root chakra began for me, as hers was only developing.

As we bring the root chakra into consciousness this week, my experience at the ashram in India resurfaces. As it was the most potent lesson on trust for me.

Here is a excerpt from a blog post I wrote during my time there:

How do we trust our experiences are real, and are for our benefit to evolve? How do we trust ourselves when we have been shaken, stripped down to the core, when there is nothing to hold onto?

Trust begins when you're simply so tired of not trusting anymore. When you reach the threshold of mental conflict; when you start feeling motion sickness from waves of indecision; when force feeding yourself something that makes your stomach churn takes away every bit of energy to hold it down; and when your head hurts from banging it against the wall so many times. 
"Enough already!" Screams your real Self. 
Once this trust sets in and starts working, it is ultimate freedom. Freedom from worry and expectations; and freedom to really experience life in its grandeur and beauty.

Monday, March 23, 2015

The Real You Emerges...

The real you is waiting in here.
Not out there.
You can't patch your soul's truth together
with workshops, a wardrobe, identity choices.
You'll likely spend half your life trying to do just that;
composing, polishing, packaging, facing outward,
even though its all inward.
Eventually you'll stop looking out there.
You'll stop in your tracks,
or, in a slow grinding halt.
In the middle of the noise and the obligations it will dawn on you,
maybe right now;
That the real you emerges.
Because its already there.
Beneath beliefs, and untruths, and fatigue, and wonderful experiments,
the real you emerges,
when you are courageous enough to be still.
when you act on your inclinations,
when you put your preferences on the altar of your life
and you say,
This.
This is what compels me.
The real you emerges,
from lifetimes of living,
from the accumulation of your prayers,
from your groin, from your gaze,
The real you emerges.
Not from anyones teachings,
but from what resonates in your cells.
Resonance, resonance, resonance.
The real you emerges.
When you dance,
When you let down your guard,
when you've had enough!
in between breaths, and waves, and let-downs, and bliss, and your fantasies,
and your steady longing.
Incant it.
Seduce it.
Set the stage
clear your calendar.
And the real you will surprise you like God tends to do.
The real you will surprise you with options for euphoria,
and blazing vitality,
and it will carry you like you long to be carried,
If, you let it emerge.

by Danielle LaPorte