Four days a week, our church hosts yoga groups in our building. People enter, rushing, late, sometimes hurried and harried. But, as they leave, they move a little slower, taking time to talk with one another, smiling more. I know it sounds cheesy, but they enter with the weight of the world on their shoulders, and they leave lighter. Week after week, the before and after transformation amazes me.
I dance in my kitchen, alone, with my children, with my spouse. And few things lift the spirit like dancing in the kitchen. Somewhere in the twirling and whirling, bopping and bouncing, the stuff of the world falls away. Suddenly, I am present in a different way to love and laughter, the people I love, the light and love of God.
So many of our spiritual practices focus on the head and heart, but how do we engage our bodies? This Sunday we explore what it means to walk with God and not just figuratively.
I’ll see you on Sunday,