"Co-Dependents Anonymous is a fellowship of men and women whose common purpose is to develop healthy relationships.
The only requirement for membership is a desire for healthy and fulfilling relationships. We rely on the Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions for knowledge and wisdom. These are the principles of our program and guides to developing honest and fulfilling relationships.
Through applying the Twelve Steps and principles in CoDA to our daily life and relationships, both present and past, we can experience a new freedom from our self-defeating lifestyles and realize a new joy, acceptance and serenity in our lives."
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CoDA E-Meditation, Sept. 30, 2014
I am a yoga teacher along with the other things I do. Unlike many of my fellow teachers, the physical practice of yoga does not come easily to me. But I keep doing it because I am always amazed at the way its teachings unfold in unexpected ways.
This may not seem related, but it is: This summer, two things happened.
One, I quit teaching yoga in June, which I have done since about 2001. I felt burned out and I was not enjoying it like I once did.
Then, in August, my car got broken into. The thieves stole everything that wasn't nailed down. They took the Sunday CoDA meeting box with all the books, folders, and literature and 7th Tradition donations. They took some expensive equipment I needed for work. And they even took a bag that contained the items I used when I taught my yoga classes -- music, sequences written out, my bell and all my props! Everything. Gone.
My emotions immediately following the discovery I had been robbed ran the gamut from shock, self-recrimination, aggravation, fear and mistrust, impotent rage, wanting to punish someone for this deed.
Fast-forward to last night. I had tea with my friend Susann, who has many interests, including her love of banana trees. She grows them and they are incredible, six to eight feet tall. As she was showing me her trees, she pointed out some new little trees, and explained how banana trees reproduce; they grow from an central underground rhizome. When the above-ground parts of the tree get too unwieldy, the impressive, showy leaves and trunk die away and fall off. Then, a new little tree sprouts up from the ground and the cycle starts all over again.
Over tea, I was telling Susann about my summer, including my tale of woe about my stuff getting stolen. "I'm like a baby banana tree right now," I said. Suddenly, in that light, it didn't seem so bad to be starting fresh. In fact, maybe it was just perfect.
I am teaching a new yoga class starting this week. I will have a new students I have never met. I am excited to be back, but I know we will have to forge a new path created anew by the energy of these particular students, what they want and need. I may have lost my stuff, but the true foundation of the practice does not come from "stuff," and can never be stolen.
Sometimes, I have to be reminded that the spiritual path of yoga and/or recovery is ultimately the never-ending practice of letting go.
Peace, love and bananas for all!
Lynn S. and The CoDA Board
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