The Turn of the Thread…

A few days ago, I wrote about new beginnings.

I shared the excitement of meeting the team at The Flexible Flamingo. I spoke about possibilities, fresh energy, and stepping into a new chapter. Like many moments in life, it felt like the next thread revealing itself.

And then the thread turned.

Not dramatically.
Not tragically.
It simply turned.

For so much of my life, I have measured change through the lens of good or bad. Right choice or wrong choice. Forward movement or setback.

But yoga has taught me something different.

Life is not always asking us to judge the path.
Sometimes it is simply asking us to walk it.

As I sat with this opportunity, listened to my body, and listened beneath the noise of expectation, I realized something important:

This is not the right time for me to return to work.

There is no villain in this story.
No mistake to correct.
No lesson wrapped in disappointment.

Only truth.

And truth, I've learned, doesn't always arrive with certainty and fanfare. Sometimes it arrives as a quiet whisper that asks us to trust what we know in our bones.

The Flexible Flamingo remains a beautiful space filled with beautiful people. Meeting the team reminded me that there are wonderful communities doing meaningful work in the world.

And yet, my path is asking something different of me right now.

So I am practicing what I teach.

Pausing.

Listening.

Trusting.

Allowing.

The Sanskrit word Lila speaks of divine play—the unfolding dance of life that cannot always be controlled or understood. Sometimes we are invited to leap. Sometimes we are invited to rest.

Both belong.

Neither is better than the other.

This turn in the thread is not a step backward or forward.

It is simply the next stitch.

And as I continue weaving Threads by Zensetter, I am learning that the most beautiful patterns often emerge when we stop forcing the design and trust the hands that are guiding the loom.

For now, I remain here.

Listening for the next thread.

Watching the clouds drift by.

Remembering that beyond every passing cloud, there is always blue sky.