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JANUARY BLESSINGS by Krista Katrovas

January Blessings

Deep spiritual work, and healing,
unfolds like a flower
in the morning sun
when we, too, open
like those flowers.

When we recognize
those who raise
our positive vibrations
and discern the difference
between those
who lower, or cloud,
our vision
and peel
                 our petals
                                     away,
keep us from seeing,
                                knowing,
                                            feeling
ourselves as divine.

January,
a month filled with newness,
abundance, possibility, and dreams,
opportunity
to step forward
as in a Foxtrot rhythm,
slow, slow, quick, quick, slow,
as we take one small step at a time
and come to see ourselves,
living more openly
as our true selves,
dancing through life,
swaying in kitchens
in
     heart
                felt
                      dances.

JanEWary blessings,
we start anew,
release that
                         and
                                  those
who do not serve our greatest good.

We begin again,
with another year,
to write our story,
word-for-word,
to create our dance,
step-by- step,
taking
             leaps
                        of
                             faith
while singing our song
note-by-note,
as we open like those flowers
in the morning sun
with no judgment,
no expectation,
with forgiveness in our hearts,
while residing
in the company
of those who help
                                  to tend 
                                                the magic
growing inside
                             our
                                     inner

                                                gardens. 

Photography by Jona Jinrton


Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.

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