Today I tossed a mala into Boston Harbor. It was an old broken tigers-eye mala. My teacher told me years ago to drop it into the harbor after it broke. I've carried that thing around in my car for years and have never gotten around to tossing it.
This morning I took a yoga class led by TTs at Radiant Yoga in Southie. I may be a little biased bc I got to teach these trainees, but these gals rocked it! And they were able to drive home the thematic revelation that we are all carrying around something that weighs us down. Something winter-y, cold, dark. Dead.
Man. I am definitely carrying around some stuff. Savasana was like- duh, Shanti. Go toss that mala! After class- since Radiant is so close to the harbor, I went. I drove down the weird industrial roads and parked in a random lot that opened onto the harbor. I clumsily navigated the rocks and wondered what the folks on the passing whale watch boat thought of me. I pulled out the mala and felt it's weight. I looked at its fringe. And I walked down the rocks some more, because I don't have much of an arm.
I believe in magic. But you would have been surprised at how loud that splash was.
Here's to letting go. Happy vernal equinox!
