The human experience of having a faith life.

Since October, I have been allowing the obvious words (what the folks in my restorative yoga community are sharing) surface. I have sat with them and given them space to come together to help me string together something meaningful, some way to describe what it is one might experience in the practice.

There is always the option with yoga to simply call it yoga or restorative yoga or whatever and trust the practitioner will get whatever they need to get out of it. Yet, the depth of my study in regards to the Holy Spirit – the fruits of the spirit – the divine consciousness, somatic spirituality, the way it feels when you feel and then breathe and why that works to enter into some understanding of freedom – why, if you say you follow Jesus, this practice is actually so essential – how the elements of the earth actually poetically unlock the Psalms – how the understanding of Ishwara from yoga sutra connects you so beyond beyond – I mean… it’s the stuff that cultivates your faith life.

You have a faith life.

I think that is what I am realizing more and more.

See, my restorative yoga classes are a 50 / 50 split men and women. They aren’t explicitly teaching on the fruits of the spirit nor are they outwardly “spiritual” or “witchy” in anyway. Or whatever the words are that tend to be a marketing angle or conversation for the female demographic.

The classes are about care & curiosity of the physical body, awareness of the emotional or energetic sensations in the body and becoming present. Being present. Being present.

Coming back to being present.

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You know, the more I think about it, I really don’t want to get into the market of saying I know the way to experience God or that I can usher you into some divine or transcendent relationship. I know my role in life, my gifting, is to host and make safe. I have been called and equipped to be endlessly generous with care and comfort. How some people are able to build, I am able to soften. I design paths to perspective rooted in spiritual truth; trustworthy because it doesn’t know the one right way.

One of the honors in my life’s work is when I connect with people who have experienced spiritual safety in the restorative yoga or spiritual direction I offer. My entire life shifted when I realized I didn’t have to pray, emailing God and wait for a response on whether or not I would get what I asked for. Rather, my study (thank you to my teachers) and my practice and the Spirit that dwells within me activated this understanding that you always have exactly what you need.

This presence of self and this full awareness of where you are – right here, right now – this is Stoic, Yogic and Christ Consciousness, Old Testament stories give us this in rich narrative & poetry.

And you know the thing that tells us otherwise? Ads.

My rule of thumb, and I have found myself sharing this more these days for some reason – is that whenever I find myself about to Google what I need or a solution to how I feel. Whenever I feel like I need a certain treatment or need to spend to heal, I ask myself what somebody in Bible times would have done. What would the most ancient of my ancestors do with the feeling I have in my body.

Sit on a rock?

Drink some water?

Get comfortable?

Look around?

Seek higher ground?

Try to rest?

Wander the natural world seeking a sage?

Allowing the intuitive yes and no to lead me in any of these ways?

We all have a faith life. Whatever you believe is going to work to bring love (connection), peace (an evenness within) or joy (hey! wow!) is your faith. Whatever you believe will happen again tomorrow like it did today (rising moon? setting sun, anybody?) Whatever you know is the way things always work (light after darkness is a good one or the process of compost or how elements of the natural world work together) is the way things will always work.

In yoga, Ishwara is the supreme divine. It is what taught our ancient ancestors and what continues to teach us today. Ishwara is ultimate because it is the beginning and the end. We experience Ishwara when we chant OM – the literal sound of a circle as the mouth goes from Ah to Oh to Mm.

Circles are a great way to recognize where your faith. Cycle of thought or cyclical behavior not working for you? Giving you anxiety? That’s a great place to start rewiring into a new loop. Clear the mind chatter by establishing the miraculous circle of body – breath – mind – breath – body – breath – mind – breath – body – you get it.

I guess what I am trying to say is that having a faith life is not “being spiritual” or “being Christian” or “being religious”. It is being human.

SO. What do you put your faith in?

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The Interesting Part About Faith

Over the past couple weeks of venturing into this new agreement with OM Old Orchard, the new boutique yoga studio in Webster Groves, I have found myself learning about a knee jerk reaction that exists in me.

This knee jerk reaction wants to share context, explain a little bit, walk you through why it makes sense – why it works for you, what is in it for others, introduce you to the inspiration behind it, share. Share. Share.

This knee jerk reaction comes up in response to fear. Fear related to whether or not the investment of time and money will work. I think THIS is why I am noticing the reaction and rising above it, actually.

Because my investment of time and money is rooted in love, I actually have zero doubt this “will work”. Will it be exactly what I envision? Probably not, but that is why I am practicing visioning for the day. Keep the baseline close, learn in real time, iterate accordingly.

Most of my friends, family and students / yoga community know that the Fruits of the Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, goodness, faithfulness and self control) are my guidepost for emotional navigation, interactions, meditations, etc. Even my book, Words that Rhyme and Lullabies, has a fruit of the Spirit that controlled each page. (I should share about that sometime….)

In my study of the Fruits of the Spirit through straight up referencing them in scripture, I will come across 1 Corinthians 13:13: “Abide in faith, hope and love but the greatest of these is love”. That has been a bit of a study crux for me for awhile, because hope isn’t a Fruit of the Spirit. And faithfulness is, but Faith isn’t. Love is referenced in both.

My dad taught me the Spirit is active the moment you believe the Spirit is active. You always have the love you need, the peace you need, the patience you need – the moment you assume it. Love is warmth, connection, inclusion, trust.

When you learn what the soft animal of your body loves (RIP Mary Oliver), you do so because of the way what you love feels.

You feel connected, attracted, you include, you trust.

And this has to be why the greatest of Faith, Hope and Love is Love. Stick with me here…

Because if you are spending time energetically in your body and with the way your life feels in your body, then you are learning what you love, what love is, how love feels. When you have this imprint, you are now oriented. Energetically speaking, what you love guides your every action.

Is the love that orients you God’s love? Is it also safe for others? Is it also warm to others? Can others abide in it and thrive in the same love that orients you? Does everybody have a seat at your table of love? If so, your love is God’s love pouring out.

And when you’re acting and interacting from God’s love, you can have hope. Hope that the plans you commit to are not just the plans of your mind, but plans designed through co-creation with Siva (form) and Shakti (the formation) – Spirit energy – Truth of all Truth Energy. The success of your plans *big or small* can have hope like an anchor as they are inherently committed to divine will because they come from love. (Proverbs 16:3)

And we know “hope does not disappoint” because because BECAUSE “the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” (Romans 5:5) FULL CIRCLE!

The Holy Spirit is the God in you. You are divine. Ong namo guru dev namo. (I honor the divine wisdom that exists, that exists in me)

Living true to your divine design, you act and interact from the place of love NOT just what comes out of you but what you give generously to yourself because you cannot believe that you are divine and truly embrace the Holy Spirit dwelling in you *without* recognition that your body is a temple. (1 Corinthians 16:19-20) Aaaaaand, how do we recognize our body as a temple?

We care for it. We spend time in it. We pay attention to what comes in through our eyes, our ears, as much as we pay attention to what comes in through our mouth, the air we breathe in, what we touch.

We notice what we love. What our bodies tell us to take in that make them feel safe. Supported.

And *that* is what gives us faith that moves mountains. Because the awareness and the freedom you start to feel through the practice of your yes and your no, your activation of Spirit and all of the fruits that come with it will shift your perceptions and calm your mind chatter (“citta” in yoga).

And the knee jerk reactions to fear become so easily recognizable because you know there is nothing to fear. Not even death. Because the power of Christ – the Holy Spirit – the divine co-creative ability will be so alive and so active and so powerful that to feel fear will only ground you in faith.

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On Creative Commitment

There have been a lot of sparks in my creative life – which seems promising and good. Yet, the way the landscape of my creative life looks has me curious for opportunity, wondering what is the right thing to spend my time on and curious – always – if “this is really going to work”.

I mentioned in a recent post about the comfort of talking about Spirit. Both @laughwithspirit and Fawn bring this comfortable reference to Spirit that serves my heart well – it feels like home right now more than any other word for God. But it is not complete. And I have been wrestling with that….

My friend Milta shared a post with me about the name of God, “Yahweh” and how the vowels were added for us to be able to pronounce however the name itself is “YH” and “WH”, which (get excited, yogis) are the sounds of breath… this idea of every inhale and exhale being the name of God is very powerful. And feeds what I teach in my Monday Night – prayer based yoga – where the sounds we make, as we exist as we move as we breathe – are the sounds from which the Spirit intercedes on our behalf. (Romans 8:26-27)

No more thinking about what to pray for, sigh – breathe – out from your shoulders and hips, etc.

This morning I started day three of a practice using graph paper to plot, note how I am doing in my healing journey and sit with the energy of the things before me: meetings with bookstores and arts organizations, serving my community, feeding my family, organizing big piles of shit somewhere, etc…

In this practice, I flip open scripture… First day was a fan favorite “Keep the heart with diligence” (Proverb 4:23), day two was a reminder that depression and anxiety settle in with an absence of the Spirit of God (thank you, 1 Samuel). Day two’s had me thinking – how do I nourish, invite, how do I charge and restore that spiritual alignment I long for – that feeling that makes me write? That makes me move?

How do I get back to times that have me soaking in hot water for 15 minutes to recharge my bones in between hosting family and leading workshops. I miss being used by God in that way, I guess.

Today’s practice flipped open to Haggai – never have read Haggai, tbh – and right away, I see this prophet as a prophet speaking to creatives, to the starving artists out there. The premise of the book is pretty simple: the temple was in ruins and the “Lord of hosts” (which translates as the Lord of angels, of stars – love it) is like “Hey, people, I see your houses look good and I hear you complaining that there is not more fruit in your life and let me just point out real quick that it’s because I don’t have a house and you aren’t giving me a place to dwell and so why don’t you go ahead and help a God out for a minute – build that temple – so that I can dwell and restore you.”

I sat in my bed with my graph paper, remembering my dad’s teaching to me of the Holy Spirit: the Holy Spirit is the God in you.

The Holy Spirit is the God in you.

Spirit – the Lord of Hosts – the breath of heaven – the patterns of nature – the stars and the sky, the oceans and the whales – exists with or without us. But believers in God, the believers in Spirit, we are the temples of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit exists because we do and bears the fruit of goodness, joy, love… of peace, patience and kindness… gentleness…. self control… faithfulness.

This practice in Haggai has me thinking about my own obedience in my creative life.

Today, I consider what needs to be built (written, drawn, etc) in commitment as a person within whom glory can dwell.

I intend on looking at my projects and really listening for the art that has been stirred… (“ur” in Hebrew… Haggai 1:14… as in how a eagle stirs up its nest or an instrument is stirred awake when it is tuned.)

I share all this for my artists out there – for my creatives out there – who may be feeling the starving artist part of life.

Or for the healers, lovers, mothers and friends out there – who may be feeling empty regardless of all the cups they fill in front of them.

I ask us – are we caring for our bodies / our personhood as a temple the Lord of the stars is eager to call home?

Are the molds we make in our art, in our relationships – are they made in a commitment for the Spirit to move within and throughout?

It is obvious, at least to me, the world needs us to be committed to seeing our making in this way.

For me, this surely has been a helpful reflection – nourishing and encouraging.

Happy Friday. (Happy Lunar Eclipse in Scorpio if that is your thing. )

<inahle> YH

<exhale> WH

erin

PS: None of this Biblical study could be done this fast and effectively without my Spirit Life Bible and I cannot stress enough, if you need a good Bible, this is one will be your jam – all of the content was written by leaders from all denominations.

From my fire last week, I burned the dozens of colorful flowers given to my daughter as I prayed for her on the day after her 18th birthday.