Again and again whether it be when I suffer from jet lag from travel or am hit with a “problem” that overwhelms me, I find myself coming home to meditation and yoga as home base—
that place to come back to to let go more deeply to love.
Again and again whether it be when I suffer from jet lag from travel or am hit with a “problem” that overwhelms me, I find myself coming home to meditation and yoga as home base—
that place to come back to to let go more deeply to love.
In many cultures around Halloween, we pay respect to the deceased, our ancestors.
We grow out of and respond to their lives. Some things we carry on, some we change.
We grow in response to their struggles and attempts to lead their lives as best they could given their circumstances, personalities, resources, fortitude and courage, and resilience.
Doesn’t this sound all too familiar?
It should.
This is what we all must do!
*So much of yoga is about alignment, respect, love, acceptance, and compassion. It is from this that this post is born.
With Halloween upon us, it seems appropriate to ask: Who am I?
These roles we take on for a time—child, teenager, husband/wife/love partner, parent, worker/breadwinner/homemaker are all but holograms that appear for a while shimmering and then fade away to be no longer.
Like Halloween costumes, we wear these roles or “costumes of life” and “play” these parts, changing “costumes” here and there.
Beyond these “costumes” is who we really are—not even you or me, our egos—but that which plays all these parts so well.
That is the frontier of who we really are!
A kind smile, a kind word…
sprinkling this planet with love
can help grow this garden—
the world needs so much.
We bring our pain and confusion to our meditation cushion or yoga mat,
and it responds with kindness…
teaching us how to respond.
Sitting quietly in meditation
has everything to do with the action
I bring to the world.
Are there really “mistakes?”
Or, like a yoga pose,
are things just constantly coming in and out of balance,
seeking their center,
our effort and alert attention focusing on adjustment,
and readjustment?…
A winemaker transforms grapes into wine.
An oyster, sand into a pearl.
Yoga and meditation transform us into…
Repeating a mantra is a bit like wiping the windows of the heart clean.
Silence does not resort to a lot of words to speak to us.