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I Am. You Are. We Are.
I’m stepping away from the computer for the rest of today (and tomorrow) to celebrate Thanksgiving and to devote all of my attention to Dave, Smudge, and the rest of my family. But before I go: a little Thanksgiving present from me to you.
At yoga last week (I know! Another yoga story! It’s what I’ve got right now.), we finished our class with a meditation, and the instructor encouraged us to chant “Satnam” to ourselves as moved our breath in and out of our lungs. She said that one translation of Satnam is “I am.”
That simple noun+verb blew me away.
We don’t tend to think of “I am.” as a complete sentence. We say, I am… hungry or tired or fat or frustrated or thirsty or happy or excited or confused… or even healthy, positive things like blessed or grateful or strong. But by attaching only one descriptor, we exclude the reality that we are many things at once – and we are, actually, none of those things. Rather than attaching a label to ourselves – sitting in judgment on our experience – what if we simply reveled in the fact that we are. No judgement. No single word to define or constrain us. No expectations beyond the ability to be.
Groovy? Sure. Tempting? Hell, yes.
So today, if you’re with family and beautiful love comes mixed with emotional baggage and button pushing, or if your turkey didn’t crisp quite right, or if you’re eating paleo dessert and you really want that f*cking gluten cake, try this: Close your eyes, inhale through your nose and think “Sat…” (exhale) “…nam.” “Satnam. Satnam. Satnam.” Breathe and repeat, repeat, repeat. Then open your eyes, hug somebody, shrug at the turkey, and eat your paleo dessert with a heart full of gratitude.
There’s no better reason to be thankful than that.