She sat in her cave. Her cave was actually a room she had painted deep indigo and filled with fairy lights, books and a fluffy rug. It was also the smallest room in the house, so the most cave-like in it’s ability to hug you.
There she sat, burning white sage, a Tissane of sage and rose tea laced with honey and a medicine pouch by her side.
She came here to unburden. Her heart felt like a sore swollen blister that needed popping. The pressure was bothering her. She had been reaching for something incredibly simple but the person by her side kept becoming a wall she hit against.
Eventually frustration, shut down, anger all bubbled inside. She couldn’t understand what the problem was. The task was so simple. She huffed and nestled in to be with sage and the moon for a while. Their presence was always medicinal. She needed this time away.
Holding her crystals to her heart and sipping her brew she felt the flow within her shift. “You’ve been single minded and reaching, like a straight line. It’s time to be soft and round, to let go of trying for a while”.
She felt the roundness, as if surrounded by a rose, which was surrounded by the moon. Both were soft, diffuse, soothing. She sighed. Sage wove through her as her most soothing herb. Her energy shifted yet deeper.
She felt like a tiny mouse in a nest which was nestled away somewhere deep and safe. She could see the mouse in her minds eye so clearly. It rested through the harshness of winter, curled and as circular as the moon and the rose.
She could feel the wisdom of yin seeping in. Her previous yangness had wanted to “get it done” and when that was constantly thwarted she just wanted to smash the wall down. Unfortunately the wall was within another. Along came yin who simply whispered “rest. Go nowhere for today. Another path will emerge, one which can be less straight.”
Intu-Yoga 