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Last week, I talked about the significant difference between “starting over” and “starting fresh.”
At Hatha Star yoga on Saturday, our instructor Kim read us a poem by Rumi, a 13th century Persian Muslim poet and Sufi mystic. (I know! So groovy!) It’s an eloquent reminder that continuing to strive, to try, to recommit is the surest path to our most valued and valuable selves.
So whether you’re recovering from an injury, weathering a personal crisis, going back to yoga, eating paleo (again), re-committing to sleeping enough, renewing your love of playing the piano or reading or painting or judo or cooking or stamp collecting or journaling or remembering to floss your teeth… whatever it is that you want to be doing, need to be doing, miss doing… come.
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come. — Rumi