I love language. I love words and their use. Sometimes my brain, however, takes the written word and weaves new application; both reading and misreading a phrase. I recently enjoyed a mystery: “Still Life” by Louise Penny. In this book takes place in a small village in Canada. In it she used a phrase, “Tiffany tunnel”, to describe a lane lined with autumn-coloured trees.
How beautiful is that description: the light shining through the coloured trees like light through a stained glass window. I READ this in my mind but what I THOUGHT was “Tiffany tunnel of LIFE” and some other part of my brain ran with that. The book still in hand but forgotten; my thoughts said “YES! That is what life is like! Sometimes dark, sometimes light, the beauty around you if you care to look, but, yes, dark and light. What a clever phrase! ” Then I realized it my interpreted version didn’t make immediate sense in the context of the book, (although it did in a much broader analytical sense,) so I corrected myself and read on.
And yet, I couldn’t shake the phrase “Tiffany Tunnel Of Life”. Life has light and dark, the shifting times and life changes alter the dappled light. Sometimes the tunnel can be dark and foreboding, other times the way lit clearly, in an inviting manner.
Just the fact that “the light” is changing can put one off balance. Busy days, hard days, disappointing and challenging events, even when punctuated with dinner and sleep, can be wearing and the world can seem uncaring or even dangerous. The interior journey of working the steps, or re-connecting with [unhealthy] friends or family members can feel like walking from the light into the gloom. Old feelings come up and the trees close in overhead; the sunshine blocked, the world gone dark. And it may feel as if it will always be that way. And yet, a few steps later, back into the daylight and everything looks different.
The weird thing is even if you place yourself firmly into the sun, to stand in the bit of radiance upon the ground, preferring to be in that beam of brightness, the light itself does not stay. The earth moves, the sun sets and you will be in darkness once again.
There is no perfect way to stay in the light of the
The only light we can be assured of is the one that glows from within.
Kyczy Hawk E-RYT200, RTY500 is the author of “Yoga and the Twelve Step Path”, a leader of Y12SR classes, and the creator of SOAR(tm) (Success Over Addiction and Relapse) a teacher certification training she holds with her good friend Kent Bond RYT500.
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Kyczy Hawk E-RYT500 is the author of “Yoga and the Twelve Step Path”, “Yogic Tools for Recovery: A Guide to Working the Steps”, is a leader of Y12SR classes, and the creator of SOAR(tm) (Success Over Addiction and Relapse) a teacher certification training. Find out more about her, her classes and the training at www.yogarecovery.com