Passion, When Did You Discover It?

Passion, When Did You Discover It?

When you think of passion what do you think of? Do you imagine lovers entwined, or excitement at your team winning, or just the plain old feeling of being thrilled?

Passion to me does not mean just in the sexual passion, it means heart soaring, euphoric light headedness, the “where has this been all of my life?” feeling. I knew from the moment I discovered it that if I read, or wrote or did something that made me feel this way it was one of the things that I needed in my life.

I can remember exactly when I first discovered passion I was one of the lucky ones I discovered passion at the age of 16. I was sat in an English Literature class and studying Metaphysical Poets…wow I can hear you say, how on earth did that make you realise what passion was about?

Well you see I discovered John Donne, a man whose life was as varied as it was full. He was a womaniser, a soldier, a priest and he wrote the most amazing poetry based upon all of these things. His poem The Good Morrow was the catalyst for me recognising the passion in my life.

I can remember the first time I taught a yoga class to class of 30 2 year olds at a nursery school. Whilst the class progressed I was completely absorbed in the centre of our little universe where we travelled on our adventure and the children used their imaginations to make our journey alive and vibrant. I soared on the smiles and thanks of the teacher and children as they put aside real life for just 45 minutes and focused completely on breath and joy. As I left the Nursery I felt as if I walked on air and floated to my car with a huge grin on my face and my heart singing.

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That day I realised that the activities I should be doing in life should always make me feel this way. When you discover what makes you feel like this you have found one of your purposes in life. It may be that you go to the gym and after every session where you have pushed yourself a little further you feel that soaring. Or maybe you find that when you draw a picture the world outside melts away and you feel peace inside. It could be the sales job you do that even the prep for your sale feels like it makes life worthwhile.

SO what has made you feel this way recently? When you find it you will ask why it has taken you so long to discover this one thing. Don’t ponder too long, don’t question why or where or how, dive in enjoy and accept. And never settle for one passionate heart soaring moment we are multifaceted beings, discovering all our shining sides is part of our purpose.

The Good-Morrow

BY JOHN DONNE

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?

But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?

Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?

’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

 

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,

Which watch not one another out of fear;

For love, all love of other sights controls,

And makes one little room an everywhere.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,

Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

 

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,

And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;

Where can we find two better hemispheres,

Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Source: The Norton Anthology of Poetry Third Edition (1983)

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