A couple weeks ago—when Christmas seemed a distant threat and when there was still time to shop online—I went to a yoga class. Nobody really had any holiday stress yet, but the instructor encouraged us to come up with a mantra that would see us through the holiday season.
Being naturally indecisive, the time for picking mantras normally ends before I can decide upon one. But this time, one came straight to my mind. The lyrics to a song that I had heard the night before in concert:
Ring the bells that still can ring/
Forget your perfect offering/
There is a crack in everything/
That's how the light gets in/
The song is "Anthem" by Leonard Cohen, and it makes quite the long mantra. Nonetheless, throughout the trials of this month, I have been surprised that the mantra worked. Or helped, at least.
Right now, I'm writing this from the airport. My flight was delayed by an hour and a half. And to make matters worse, I (needlessly) missed my office holiday party to make my flight on time. And I really wanted to go to my office party.
Being several weeks separated from that wonderful class, I let myself get carried away in impatience, disappointment, stress and frustration. But then the mantra returned to me, and I have an odd sense of peace.

