The magic space in the chaos
I host this weekly meditation class during lunchtime in the city at Lululemon. And it is magical.
It's magical because in this 45 minute class, there is an energy that engulfs us and transports us to another world.
It's deep. It's profound. It's a cocoon. And it's right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city.
Moments before, that space was used as a workout studio. Pumping. Jumping. Pushing. Yelling.
And then, in a matter of minutes, poof, it's something else completely.
It's because we presence it. We put our intention into it. Our energy. Our hearts. Our guts.
And it responds.
This is why I love space so much. Inner and outer.
The minute we decide what we want it to be, how it should feel, and the power that will emanate from it, it gears in.
The pisser is we have to do it. We have to take a moment, feel it, acknowledge it, be aware of it, and then own it.
If there is something in your life that feels out of whack. Not you. Slightly misaligned. Feel into your space. Your home. Your room. Your office. And then you.
What's in there? Does is it feel like you OWN it? Or is it owning you? Objects. Furniture. Junk. Food. Booze. Fear. Anxiety.
The minute you decide, I swear to you, it will listen and start gearing in. It's damn magic.
If you happen to be around next week, join me and feel this space. Lululemon Hub Seventeen, 12:15pm Wednesday. It's on me. No one needs to pay.