Namaste, loosely translated means “the divinity within me bows to the divinity within you”. I am fond of this word because it captures the very essence of recognizing and honoring the divinity – the soul – in all living beings.
Whispering Namaste and bringing my hands in yogic prayer to my third eye, I have created a simple ritual for honoring the life force of creatures both big and small. “Namaste” I whispered to the little oak barely surviving in the drought-stricken, hard, dry earth this past summer. “Namaste” I whisper to the one-legged bird who is trying to keep up with the rest of the flock, “Namaste” I whisper to myself when my perfectionism kicks into overdrive and I feel like I’m failing when I can’t do it all… Namaste is gracious and kind, the soul food that can feed us all