Being Enough

 Until I decide I won't, I am penning, these blog posts in support of my ongoing sacred journey course,“Creating a Life of Contentment,"  which began Sept. 15. For one entire year, we'll be traveling together as intimate companions: to relax, let go and rest into Love; to discover the bliss of our own life. I hope you will join me here! You can learn more about the program here. 

Relaxing into Life


We're spending two full weeks talking about "being enough" in our Contentment course.

And yet two weeks seems scarcely enough to scratch the tip of this particular iceberg, a chilling one that seems to keep us caught in patterns of striving and "getting it right." Getting life right. 

Can we really? Get it right?

Sometimes a poet comes along that puts words to our struggle in ways that we can't. Poets seem to view the world through unique lenses of insight and connection, especially about tender topics like this.

One such poet is Danna Faulds and I've been in love with her work for a while now. A yogini at heart, she gives voice to our journeys of awakening and transformation in a unique, passion-filled way.

I was reading some of her poetry this morning, sitting in the sun (as it is unseasonably warm here), listening to the birds chirp at the feeder, watching the flimsiest of white clouds pass by. Within the pages of her book, Go In and In: Poems from the Heart of Yoga, I found a piece titled "Enough." I should not have been surprised to find it there as Danna has an uncanny way of putting her finger on  the spiritual pulse of what really matters.

She wrote in her poem, "Enough"

It's enough to offer love,

no matter how imperfectly

received or given. It's

enough to try and fail at

a difficult task; enough

to fall and rise, stumble,

fall again, sigh, and start

to walk, however slowly,

in the direction the soul

points. It's enough to

seek peace and find pain,

to gain nothing but a

vision of truth, and take

the long route home.

It's enough to feel

temptation, the dance

of the senses, the hot

pull of desire; enough

to call on God, walk

through fire, sleep and

cry and fear or welcome

dying. It's enough to be

and breathe, to feel the

touch of wind on the skin.

It's enough to take the

day as it comes, to watch

the ripples on the lake as

the rock sinks to the

bottom, to see the wild

reflection of the surface

calm into a mirror once

again. It's enough to

hear the voice of fear

and hide—or seek it out

and face the same

or shadows. It's enough

to set out to tame demons

and watch them multiply

instead. It's enough to

be buffetted by the winds

of change and not blown

over. I and you and all

of us, more than enough.

Danna invites us like many wise sages do to relax into our life as it is ...

Can we? Because if we can, I'm pretty sure Contentment would be ours.