And not even metaphorically.
Which is the usual way.
Just in the past week.
The first time I was crossing the street. At the crosswalk. With the green light. Three lanes.
As I’m crossing, I can’t see the third lane until I’m there, but oh look here’s who is zooming down and through the third lane at top speed: some lady who seems in retrospect to believe that “right on red” means you don’t have to stop at the red or even slow down, apparently.
Shiva Nata has given me quick instincts and even quicker reflexes.
I felt my body pulling me back before even knowing what was happening, she missed me by inches.
We were one hundred percent bound to cross orbits, except for tingle-knowing which feels like luck but is not luck.
She had speed but I had speediness. I could feel the tug-pull of belly communicating with spine and earth that happens when I try to keep my balance during an impossibly fast level 3.
My body knew what to do before I did, it’s been training for this for years while we’ve been rewriting all the internal patterns. And then I was somehow still standing and she was gone.
The second time.
In the shower. Slipped and skidded on a slippery surface in a moment of not paying attention.
It was that moment of knowing the fall was coming.
And then the same thing as before.
Balance was magically there, righting me. Righting myself. Partly core, partly internal remembering, partly body being there for me with steadiness and a determined love.
It was a moment of shiva nata. I could feel it.
The third time was crossing the street again. This time someone on the phone, seriously people, stop doing that, driving around a corner and not looking.
My body executed a little hop-skip-jump with more grace than I felt internally, and it took me out of the path of destruction.
Path. Of. Destruction.
So the symbolic concept/essence/whatever of Shiva is, of course, destruction. Paths and paths of it!
But not the kind of destruction that people think it is.
It’s more like this:
A pure, clean, clear, compassionate, loving slicing away of everything that is no longer valid, relevant or true.
An undoing of the structures that are rigid distortions of truth, so that new organic forms can emerge. A rewriting of the patterns that aren’t working so that the new patterns can take shape.
It is this undoing and unraveling that has put me in this deeper relationship with my body, trusting my instinctive pushes and pulls. A new connection with the home of my body that is changing everything.
Destruction is taking me home. But not through ruining things. Through connecting up portals, opening the right doors, showing me possibility.
And it’s saving my life. Over and over again.
This is awesome. Both in the sense of “wow that is neato-rad!” and in the sense of sweet loving grace-filled nondenominational REVERENT AWE. Yes.
Alligatoroos! The commenting blanket fort.
Things that are welcome today:
Joy-filled exclamations of delight for these beautiful things.
Stories of ways that Shiva Nata or shivanautical side effects have helped you in unexpected ways.
That is all for now. May we all receive the deconstructing of whatever needs to be deconstructed, in the sweetest and safest ways possible.