Share What’s in You

The World Depends on It

I have this deep driving desire to make the world a better place, but in a quiet, low fanfare kinda way.

I think it’s the reason I started teaching yoga. Something was missing from life. I’d seek and not find. Work was soul sucking; it was not serving me. I, in turn, was not serving others.

I need to do this, I thought. I want to serve others. I want to make a difference. I want people to feel good and I want to be the one to show them their beauty.

And so I taught. For ten years I taught yoga. But it was only a small piece of the larger mission — a mission I wasn’t even aware of until recently.

I took the obligatory teacher training. I learned the asanas, the Sanskrit, the safety precautions, the anatomy. I infused it all into me, into my being. I lived and breathed it. I became it and it became me.

It became me as much as I became something else in those years before — in those years I forgot who I really was.

The classroom became a platform for sharing what was in my heart, a place to hold space for and help others, a place to be a mirror and to show others the beauty that was inside of them all along. The world was just too loud to see and feel it. I gave them the time to slow down. I gave them the gift of seeing themselves. Clearly. Without all the filters that dim us down.

But late last year it all stopped. Something changed. My own light dimmed. Some days it grew completely dark. I wasn’t the me I was before. I wasn’t the light. A deep sadness and heaviness settled in. Life was too much.

I stopped teaching because to continue would have been selfish — and harmful. Yoga is about recognizing our inherent wonderment, but I couldn’t see it in myself. Pulling from emptiness only produces more emptiness.

I never thought I’d stop teaching yoga. I never imagined I’d feel that happiness and joy in doing something else.

But I am. Very much so.

A new wave is rolling. I’m back. Yet quite different.

Mom’s passing. Embodiment study and practice. A gifting of my self to my self. Finding joy in the mundane, in those things that make me feel fully the aliveness that I am.

My heart is a sharing heart. I don’t dim easily. I don’t think highly of myself — I am above no one, but my personality is strong.

I do check myself before I wreck myself. I wonder what others think of me and do what I feel is best regardless. I share too much. No, not like TMI. More like my-heart-will-explode-if-I-don’t-share-how-beautiful-life-is kinda way.

Here I am. It’s why I write — for the same reasons I taught yoga. And here is what I want you to know …

You are divine. You are a very real piece of God. You are whole. You are so much more than you believe yourself to be. And you don’t believe it. Believe me, you don’t. You are far more beautiful that you can fathom. You are worthy.

Please believe it. It’s true. The world needs more of you. In fact, the world is depending on it, on you. On every teeny tiny piece of of YOU. Shine.


Thanks for reading. My name is Heather Sage Church and I write to make sense of life. Connect with me.

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