the soft whispers of 2013 started sometime around last year at this time, in the lead up to the winter equinox of 2012, the end of the Mayan Calendar, directing me towards a new understanding of an oft chewed up word: unity. I danced barefoot deep in the jungle of Sri Lanka with people I barely knew on the 31st evening. A fire broke out on the first day of the new year, and then i stepped into a year of transformation, purification. except, at first, it didn’t feel so different.
I had a blazing early part of the year, caught up in the same hamster wheel of my bottomless self loathing and I ended up in an opportunity of my lifetime. leading a yoga retreat in the beautiful hindu kush mountains. After 12 days of juggling myself from teacher to friend, I returned to a Karachi that was quiet in its summer solstice. i prepared for what has become my most favorite time of the year, a month of fasting, and solitude with loved ones, and absolute clarity of what is Real. And i tip-toed my way out of the wheel, and on to the edge of the circle. whole. and unified in myself (briefly yet so powerfully). i started to drop my self for longer periods of time, and embraced the comfort and protection of some simple ground rules.
and as the earth finishes its orbit around the sun, in my 32nd year, a new simple sense of being opens itself, a gift of gratitude towards all that is, and all that is not.
so for all that can’t be put into words, and for all the moments that can never be captured, i dedicate this year to the spirit that moves forward, through obstacle after obstacle, with faith and love. with generosity towards others, and towards oneself. i dedicate it to my friends, spread across this beautiful living earth, whose hearts give me nourishment. to the spaces, so rich in themselves, where I dissolve as a speck against its magnificent landscape, realizing how small and yet how expansive life is. to the ethereal breath that has dissolved and resolved my darkness over and over again.
and here’s to another year, in submission and surrender, to what is and what is not. may we all carry forward our truth as best as we can.
For those who have come to know God, the whole world is a prayer mat.
— Bawa Muhaiyaddeen