Although I did not plan things this way, it’s no fluke that the next New Moon and Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) coincide with my move from DC to TN. I have been letting go of DC since the last Full Moon. On Tuesday, September 3rd, I’ll get in my U-Haul, drive south, and let go completely.
The 2nd-half of my trip falls on Wednesday, September 4th – so I will arrive at my new home in East Nashville on “New Year’s Eve.” This is the 1st year since September 2001 that I will miss attending Rosh Hashanah services. Next week, I’ll be observing the opening of the Book Of Life by carrying boxes and furniture up two flights of stairs to my sweet little flat.
Sounds appropriate to me.
Thursday morning, the New Moon will peak and I will rise at 5:36am CST. I will continue my personal Rosh Hashanah observances by reflecting on my previous year, and considering any amends, resentments, unfinished business to address. I will repeat “I’m sorry, I love you” many times and probably cry a lot. (For many reasons.) And I’ll spend ample time moving things around my new space, deliberating each placement’s energy and meaning.
If that’s not a great way to begin anew, I don’t know what is!
In packing up my books, I’ve left out six, so I can access them readily upon arriving in TN: The Makhzor (a guide-book of prayers and practices for the 10 days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, know as the Days of Awe); “The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali” (the most utilized text in my collection); “The Golden Present” (Swami Satchidananda’s collection of daily reflections); Alcoholics Anonymous (an important recovery text); Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions (another); and my journal.
This collection represents the foundations of my life: spiritual and religious ritual and practice, the Eight Limbs of yoga, and the 12 Steps of recovery.
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During August, we’ve been exploring the Eight Limbs in my yoga classes.
Swami Satchidananda’s commentary on Yoga Sutra I.50 says, “In this state <the 8th Limb, samadhi> you become a jivanmukta, a realized saint. Jivan means one who lives; mukta means liberated…” He goes on, “A jivanmukta may be doing anything. He or she need not be sitting in samadhi in some cave; this person may be in Times Square, but is still a jivanmukta. A jivanmukta is involved in the world for the sake of humanity without any personal attachment.”
Judaism’s prayers and recovery’s steps also speak of healing and growing – in order to be of service in the world.
This move to TN would not be happening without these foundations. Many years ago, when I lived without these influences, my self-centered ego drove all of my attitudes and actions. I was neither willing nor capable to serve anyone or anything beyond my own needs and desires. Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would one day move to Nashville, Tennessee to be closer and of service to my aging father.
Today, I can’t imagine NOT going.
So thank you. Thank you to all of the friends, family members, communities, teachers, healers, helpers, strangers and others who – unwittingly or intentionally – pointed me in this direction. Who generously offered their authentic selves over these decades and helped me become who, how and what I am today.
As I let go of being physically and geographically close to my DC-area community, and move on to join and cultivate new community in TN, I don’t feel like I’m leaving anything behind. On the contrary – I feel like everything is coming together…
Much love. OM Shanti. h*