house of joy

"Maybe you should move into the house of joy,
and shine into every crevice." ~Rumi

I bought THE most beautiful book of Rumi poetry last weekend in Asheville. Really, each page is a feast for the eyes. The words are a feast for the heart.

I've been thinking about the above words over the last two days. A lot.

I've shared these words on Facebook. And in class too.

I'm thinking about how our body is the ultimate house. It is our house. Our temple. Our vehicle. So much more.

Wondering what it would be like to view and feel that my body was but a house of joy.
I'm familiar with a house of judgement.
And shame.
And hurt.

Let us not forget that our mind is housed here too.
I'm familiar with a house of doubt.
And fear.
Anxiety too.
More shame.
And hurt.

But joy. I've come to know you much better over the past years.
I am getting closer to you.

I'm also thinking of asana (yoga poses) and how my practice (and teachings) can be a demonstration of a celebration.

Of joy.

Thinking of how we can use the breath, thoughts, and intentions to shine light into every crevice in the body.

Into the parts that ache.
The parts that are tight.
The parts we think aren't good enough.
The parts we're ashamed of.

I would love for you to join me in this house of joy.
And together we can shine like stars.