A month ago I came across a song that burned it’s chorus into my head. Everyday in savasana in yoga, I gaze up at the ceiling and sing the chorus in my mind in order to lie there in complete and utter stillness. This is the chorus:
“I lift my eyes to the maker of the mountains I can’t climb.
I lift my eyes to the calmer of the oceans raging wild.
I lift my eyes to the healer of the hurt I hold inside.
I lift my eyes. I lift my eyes. I lift my eyes.”
This chorus helped me lift my eyes to the ceiling and keep them there without even blinking. Also, when I found this song, I was in tremendous emotional pain and everyday as I sang it, I’d picture that mountain so high and me sitting huddled at the bottom of it. The yoga was hard. Living life was hard. Eventually I trained myself to “lift my eyes” anytime my thoughts were heading to painful things. I’d be out walking and I would “lift my eyes” to the sky between the trees above me. I’d be sitting in my rocking chair and I’d “lift my eyes” to the peak of the cathedral ceiling in our family room. I learned, by simply “lifting my eyes”, to give the control back to God, where it belongs. In life, as in yoga, do something everyday, and it becomes part of your life. You can rewrite your thinking, which eventually will improve all parts of your life.
Now, well over a month later, just last week in savasana, I began singing “I lift my eyes to the mountain I CAN climb” and I picture myself climbing. I’m not quite half way up yet, but at least I’m not still huddled at the bottom.
And so, as another day goes by, “I lift my eyes, I lift my eyes, I lift my eyes” and …I have written.
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