Hey there.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
And fair warning,
This one's a little bit salty.
Okay,
So I've been teaching yoga and recording these meditations for a while now.
Clearly,
I believe in these practices.
I trust them.
And at the same time,
I think we have to be honest.
There's a lot of bullshit that gets thrown around in soft and cooing voices.
And some of it,
I think,
Is actually rather pernicious.
Like it crawls inside of you,
Kind of like a tapeworm,
And it starves you from the actual good.
Because you are trying so damn hard to be Zen good.
And one of those insidious thoughts,
In my opinion,
Is this idea of letting it go.
And the funny thing is,
I say this all the time in my yoga classes,
And I know I've said it in these very meditations.
We hear it everywhere.
And I think it's what we all want.
To let the shit go.
We know it hurts,
And we want to let it go.
But we can't.
We just can't.
It reminds me of sleep.
Often,
The very thing you want,
To let it all go,
Or to fall asleep,
Is the very thing you can't do.
So,
Even if it is done with the best of intentions,
In the best NPR voice ever,
Intoning,
Let it go,
Can become like nails on a chalkboard.
I know we might want to bellow,
I can't.
And now,
I'd like you to take a deep breath in.
And can you guess what I'm gonna say next?
Let it go.
Okay.
So what in the hell do we do when let it go is everywhere,
And it isn't helping,
But it's actually making our ass chew gum,
But it's the very thing we need to do?
Okay.
I'm gonna suggest we switch it out.
What if we turn let it go into leave it here?
Whatever is present for you,
Grief,
Loneliness,
Anger,
Sadness,
Fear,
It is present in you.
And it can often be big,
And overwhelming,
Exhausting,
And so damn much to carry.
So leave it here.
In this space.
Let this practice be a container.
Bring your shit here.
Empty it into this present moment.
I mean it,
Dump it out,
Kind of like a junk drawer.
See the mess.
You can even say,
Oh my god,
That's a lot of shit.
What am I supposed to do with it all?
Breathe.
Breathe some more.
Breathe in.
And if something starts to come back,
Say,
I see you,
You pernicious little son of a biscuit.
And no,
I'm not gonna pick you up anymore.
I'm not gonna feed you anymore.
I am going to leave you.