I’ve Got the Power

I don’t know what it is about yoga but I can definitively say with the utmost confidence that I should never be without it!

Last night was my first class in almost 12 months. To say I was apprehensive is an understatement, but I went into it with an open mind and an open heart. Not surprisingly, the practice was exactly what my body needed. Equally unsurprising was how soothed my soul felt just being in the room and soaking up the yoga bliss.

What did surprise me however, was the clarity of mind that I had this morning. For months and months I have been struggling with the “why’s:”

  • Why was last year so filled with strife when I worked so hard to get my life back on track?

  • Why did the Universe think I needed to be a witness to a bank robbery that triggered brutal anxiety?

  • Why, when for the first time in my 46 years I felt connected to a physical practice did the Universe think I needed to fracture my spine?

It’s become ingrained in me that everything is a lesson from the Universe or a reflection of my thoughts, but honestly, I couldn’t reconcile it. So for months, despite my best efforts, I kept taking an inventory of all the “bad” things I’ve ever done trying to determine which thing triggered last years “lessons.”

Then this morning — as I was mindlessly perusing FaceBook — I saw a post with a quote from one of my all-time favourite movies:

“You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.” — Glinda, from The Wizard of Oz

… and it struck me in the back of the head like a Greek mom with a wooden spoon. All this time I’ve been looking for something negative that I did to “deserve” these events, when the truth was the Universe was trying to remind me of how strong and powerful I am.

Huh …

Well now …

Really …

That was so simple. Almost too simple. In fact it was so simple that the thought wasn’t even a seed in my stream of consciousness.

I am strong.

I am powerful.

Curveballs may come my way but I cannot be stopped. Yes, I had a lot of help and support from my family and especially from my love, and I am so grateful for it. But it was me who did the work to overcome the challenges, and I continue to do it. Why don’t I ever give myself credit for that? Why am I the last person that I say “thank-you” or “way to go” to?

The truth is, I always pick myself up, give myself a little shake, and inevitably find my way back to where I’m supposed to be: standing in my glorious power.