Spirituality without symbols, returning to our roots

Most of us live a few inches above our lives. It is not that we have abandoned our bodies, but that we hover just slightly above them, suspended in thought, story, aspiration, memory, and fear. Our heads keep singing long after the rest of us has grown quiet. We drift, not because something is wrong with us, but because we were taught to place our spiritual hopes somewhere other than here. We were taught to search upward for salvation, outward for meaning, and inward, ironically, only as far as the concept of “self” could take us. Yet, if we listen closely to the body, if we allow our breath to settle long enough for its wisdom to surface, we find something astonishingly simple. Everything we long for is already happening in the place we have been taught to ignore.