I’ve been reading a book called “Full Catastrophe Living: Using the Wisdom of Your Body and Mind to Face Stress, Pain, and Illness” by Jon Kabat-Zinn, and I can’t tell you how thought provoking and helpful it has been.

While the author is not a yoga teacher per se, what he teaches is mindfulness and yoga IS a path or a “way” to mindfulness.

Of course you know that already, which is why you continue to get on your mat and contort your body into weird shapes. You don’t need 400 pages to tell you what you already know.  That your yoga practice makes you a more calm, more energized more sane mama.

But I think Dr. Kabat-Zinn sums up the essence of his book, and the path many of us busy moms are desperately trying to take, so eloquently in a poem at the end of the book called “Keeping Quiet” by Pablo Neruda. And I wanted to share that with you today.

KEEPING QUIET

Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.

Here’s to finding peace in the catastrophe of life this week Mama!

Xoxo~Keya