During my yoga meditation the other day I took a delightful journey that I would like to share with you.  The instructor began to describe  surfing and feeling waves beneath us, but I found myself immediately in a hot, flowing stream of molten lava.  I wasn’t uncomfortable or frightened, but instead part of a massive flow coming up from the depths of a dribbling volcano.  I was one small piece of rock being moved along in this beautiful, unstoppable flow that was changing the landscape as it moved down the hill, and I was content to flow along with all the other tiny rocks caught in the fluid rock mass.

Soon I felt cooler air and could somehow see brilliant sunshine,  and I felt the giddy sensation of riding a roller coaster over the crest of the big curve as we started flowing down the side of the volcano.  My fellow rocks and I carved out a path of cooling rock all the way unto a beach, and as we neared the high tide rushing up onto the beach I wondered what my fate would be when we reached the water.  Would I cool and become a part of the rocky beach, or would I become part of the ocean or air?  I pondered this briefly, but my thoughts were cut short by a wave breaking over me.

I felt the chill of the cold water splash me, heard hissing in my ears as a cloud of steam rose around me, and found myself lifted up with the wave.  I was cold after the heat of the lava flow, but it was refreshing and rather exhilarating to be lifted up and hurled back toward the ocean.  I realized I was one speck of that huge volcano travelling upward to become part of the breath of tides that rose and fell from the depths just as my chest usually rose and fell with each breath of air I take.  I hit the water then, skipped a few times, and was overtaken by a surge from below. 

As I churned deeper into the ocean I swirled and became part of a bubble of air rising to splutter at the surfacea and  felt the roller coaster sensation again.  I was tossed up into another wave, spat out of the cool water, and found myself floating high above the surf.  I realized I was drifting upward on the air currents to become part of a dark, heavy cloud, and soon I was being tossed back earthward onto the very volcano I started my journey in.  Since it was still rumbling with lava dribbling down the slope I landed with a hiss of steam to become part of the same flow I began in, and soon I was warm and secure in the flow again.  Just then the instructor called us back to class, and I felt very relaxed and refreshed.  Who knew that even a tiny speck of rock could relax, go with the flow, and let nature take its course with such adventure and exhilaration?  The next time I feel overwhelmed and lost among the masses,  rushing along with schedules and deadlines, I know I can find myself flowing quietly down a mountainside on the way or swirling in a bubble on the crest of a wave.  What a great reminder to just go with the flow and let the universe unfold!

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