Light.

Is anyone is truly capable of getting older without fear?

I recently celebrated 45 and up until now, I’ve been pretty relaxed about the idea of ageing. Rather than interfering with the changes that work alongside with gravity, I’ve been winging the young-at-heart attitude.

But ageing feels different this year, and it’s not just appearance related concerns shaking things up. It’s a shift in mojo.

My practice has become a little less physical, a phenomenon I recall TKV Desikachar talking about when teaching on yoga and the specific stages of life. Priorities are shifting, preferences have changed, and it’s almost the acceptance of getting older that creates fear.

Am I surrendering, or giving up?

Mark Nepo used a beautiful metaphor for ageing recently, likening the life of the spirit in a body to the trajectory of a meteor. As time goes by, similar to a meteor,

“…more and more of us flakes off until there’s nothing left but light…”.

To the mystery of ageing, to our light within.

Love, Leanne xoxo