Monday, May 19, 2008

A Matter of the Heart


Yesterday I taught yoga to the staff of a children's hospice center. The women were some of the most wonderful people I've met. I led them in a gentle yin yoga practice, allowing them to explore different postures and focus on the inner thoughts and emotions that arose.

Posture after posture, asana after asana, I noticed that they had a tendency to round their shoulders, causing the chest and heart to sink inward rather than shine outward. When I adjusted their shoulders back, I heard audible sighs of relief.

There is something vulnerable about allowing our hearts to shine out. We see this in how people carry themselves: confident individuals stand tall, chests puffed out, while those who have been hurt or carry fear hunch over, protecting their hearts from exposure. Our physical condition is such a strong indication of our emotional, spiritual, and mental condition.

I noticed it in my own yoga practice not so long ago. The past few months I noticed that I struggled with heart openers almost to the point that they were painful to practice. I realized that this was a direct symptom of me trying to hide from introspection and coming to terms with some emotional and spiritual matters.

As I'm rereading through the Old Testament, it struck me how important our hearts are. Over and over again, God asks for our hearts and not our sacrifices (see Joel, Isaiah, Amos, 1 Samuel), to surrender our hearts to Him rather than seek Him according to our own understanding. It is when one is cut to the heart that true repentence occurs.

I spent years protecting my heart from vulnerability, and now I realize that it is through vulnerability that God can reach us and work in us. So now, I'm working with Him to chip away the protective barriers I've built over my heart, focusing my yoga practices on heart openers to physically and energetically facilitate that.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Silence


I woke up yesterday with no power in my condo after the biggest hailstorm so far this year. Pecan trees were in shambles all around Austin, car windows smashed, schools shut down. Besides worrying that my newly bought groceries would spoil (the blackout lasted about 24 hours) and having to drive to friends' apartments to shower, having no power was actually a blessing in disguise. Yesterday morning I read and journaled in absolute quiet. No radio, no internet, nothing was around to distract me.

Silence turns our attention inward. Silence allows us to see through the layers of distraction and observe who and where we really are. Silence forces us to face our emotions, our fears, our inner demons. Silence is a rarity in our fast-paced, information-seeking culture. Silence is a gift, a spiritual discipline, something I will take care to include in my daily routine from now on.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Recovering...

Still mentally, physically, and emotionally recovering from that last month of school.

I never thought I'd say this, but I think Texas just might be too hot and humid for me! I love 80-90 degree dry heat, but a fews days of humid, 100+ degree weather did me in. I'm constantly sleepy and dehydrated...

Monday, May 05, 2008

The Countdown Begins...


Only one paper and one final stand between me and normalcy... Come Wednesday evening, Tracy will be a FREE WOMAN!! (until the following Monday, that is...)


I have been sleeping with stacks of papers, books, and my laptop for a few weeks now. I can no longer see my bedroom floor and I avoid my school office since I can't seem to find the surface of my desk either. I'm REALLY looking forward to spring cleaning this Thursday and Friday.


Just as a random sidenote, I grew up hating mangoes - I tried it once in elementary school and just hated it after that. Growing up, my dad would chase me around the house trying to get me to try just one bite, but to no avail. This past month, I started craving mangoes. I don't know why - I literally haven't had a bite of the fruit since my age was in the single digits. HEB had an awesome mango sale this past weekend, and I just went to town with them. I have been eating at least a mango a day this past week and can't seem to get enough of them. Strange, no?

Anyway, finally I have pictures to share with y'all. My life in Austin:

Easter dinner with friends
Volleyball in the pool
I love Austin =)

Saturday, May 03, 2008

The Love of Money


I had insomnia last night in a bad way.


I guess being burnt out at school (my last deadline is May 7!!!) has put me in a place where I'm more likely to sweat the little things. I was procrastinating last night, flipping through pictures of friends on Facebook who graduated from college the same year as me when it hit me. They have well-paying, steady jobs. They have money. I don't have money. I'm so poor.


Now, I know that I really have no grounds to complain. I have a roof over my head, I rarely go hungry - I have all my material needs. I look around my room and am overwhelmed by my material possessions. I have a car that gets me from point A to point B. I googled the poverty line and I am making above that. I'm eking by as a graduate student without having to take out student loans. I know that I am blessed.


Yet, last night, I just felt tired. I'm tired of budgeting every last cent. I'm tired of just ordering water when I go out with people so that I have money to buy groceries the next week. I'm tired of peanut butter jelly sandwiches. I'm tired of carrying school bags that have huge holes in them (although Les did hook me up with a hugely discounted Gap bag just last week - thanks Les!) and when I do finally venture to the mall that once a semester, I'm tired of forgoing the latest fashions for the Final Sale rack where I buy last year's look for less than $10. Most of all, I'm tired of having to be so vigilant about living within my means and being scared that I'll encounter car problems or other "unforseeables" that may put me in the red.


I struggle with materialism, I know. And having to switch to a grad student lifestyle, thus taking a paycut of over 50% this past year has been really hard for me. I wish I could travel and buy pretty clothes and eat at nice restaurants. But I can't. And I wonder sometimes if it's worth it - do I really love school that much? (And I really can't answer that question right now because until May 7, I pretty much hate school).


I also struggle with trust. I struggle with envy. So last night I laid wide awake in bed just struggling with all this. And it's silly. I've said before that I hope I'm never rich because I'm pretty certain I'd be irresponsible with money. I just never realized what a struggle for me being poor is. But the lack of financial stability builds trust. And the lack of material status symbols forces me to place my identity in what is real rather than what is temporary. And the sacrifices I am making now is building character and helping me to appreciate what I have when I do get a substantial paycheck again.


Of course I say all that now, but I don't yet own those statements. So for now, I'll just have to be okay with struggling. And praying. Hopefully in time, my faith will grow, my trust will strengthen, my envy will die off, and my desire for material goods with fade. If not, I have a long, long 4 years ahead of me...

Friday, May 02, 2008

Some thoughts...

Yesterday I got the okay from my yoga mentor to begin learning the Intermediate series of Ashtanga. I'm really excited.

I'm learning that until I take care of myself, I have nothing to give to others. I end up trying to receive more than give. I wish this was a lesson that I learned back in my InterVarsity days.

I finally turned on my keyboard this morning (first time since Thanksgiving!) and played and played. It's days like this when I think I'd just be happy immersing myself in music and yoga. But it's my burnout talking...

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Decisions


"The nature of the spiritual life is that we are certain in our uncertainty. Consequently, we do not put down roots." ~Oswald Chambers

Last week at community group while reading through Amos, I started asking the question, "what does it mean for me to seek God?" Sure I know the Sunday school answer, and sure I know the "long-term" answer, but as a graduate student, as a yogini, what does it look like for me to actually seek God from the time that I wake up in the morning to the time I rest my head on the pillow at night? Last night at community group, I started asking myself the question, "what does it look like to seek good?"


My school cut my summer funding in half, so now the money coming into my bank account will not be enough to pay all my bills each month, much less allow me any social life or even to cover emergencies such as car problems, etc. Good news though: last weekend after 8 months of training, I finally got my certification to teach yoga. This summer, I begin teaching yoga: I teach one class (volunteer position) at SafePlace, which is a battered women's shelter, and I teach another class (paid-position) at UT's rec center. Now I have to decide whether I'm going to apply for more paid yoga positions or to take out student loans this summer to keep afloat. Part of me wants to teach more, part of me feels like teaching more classes in addition to the research I'll be doing at school will leave me overcommitted and worn out by the fall. So... do I take out the loans and trust God to provide? And when is it trust and when is it laziness and irresponsibility to take no action to provide for myself?

There are decisions to be made. But rather than moving forward and autonomously making the practical decisions in my life, I realize that I cannot make them without first asking myself "is this seeking God" and "is this seeking good?"

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