Turning to the practice

A fog has lifted inside of me by turning to the practice, music stirring a peace and settledness in my body that I've been missing since arriving in London, maybe since leaving Mariposa. I just got down on my hands and knees and prayed, touching the earth for protection, surrender, acknowledgment of my doubt in the practice, my fear that somehow in my striving and ambition, I don't fit. I don't want to get rid of those pieces of myself, for they bring energy and spark, and I actualize myself in my work, my work is my passion, my purpose, a way to exist within the flowing river of interbeing.