I was walking through a crowded strip mall recently and saw a woman pulled over to the curb in need of help. She attempted to get passersby attention by saying, “Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.” She needed directions and someone to help her get where she needed to go. And I thought, “Oh boy, lady – I hear you!”
I have been asking for directions most of my life. I have tried out many different roads and more than once found myself lost in strange, crowded places that just didn’t feel right. When I stopped to ask directions from anyone who might be able to help, it usually sounded something like this, “Excuse me, could I trouble you to tell me where I should go? I know I’m heading in the general direction of where I belong, but I keep getting turned around and I’m not quite sure I can get their on my own.”
A few years ago, I was at the intersection of “I’m just going to give up” and “What the heck am I doing with my life?!?” And right at that point, yoga found me and things started to change. The more I came to my mat, the more relief I felt. The more I took my meditation seat, the quieter my life became. Through my practice, I got better at listening to the barely audible directions being whispered to me. The more I listened, the better I understood where I was meant to be.
I still don’t know exactly where I belong, but I know I am very close. I am on the right road. My eyes, ears and heart are wide open and I’m careful to always be on the lookout for the signs leading to my next step. When I’m lost and confused, I still ask for direction. It's different now, though, because deep down I already know my way home.
Yoga teacher, life coach and recovering attorney; tireless supporter of authentic living, stubborn follower of dreams