i am so glad something i wrote has reached you in this way.View Post
from Kk… This is the time of the year, when we are saturated in darkness, the Dark Goddess reigns; she is the Guardian of the Crossroads, able to see into the past, present, and future at once. The dark time of the year can be experienced as the Dreamtime… the womb of the Goddess, where we grow our vision and dream our lives into being. It is the cauldron, where we are cooked, seasoned, steeped in the wisdom of the Wise Ones. Now that the wheel of the year has turned into the fullness of the Dreamtime, let yourself turn inside, allow the introspection and reflection of this seasonal shift to emerge naturally. Tune in to the whispers of the Ancient Ones, and to your own wise heart. Nest and settle in to the darkness, savor it, until the light returns. Weave your dreams. ~Blessed be. ★
Be brave enough to live life creatively. The Creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You can’t get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you’re doing. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself.
Over the past few weeks several significant events have transpired in my life. Some being rather painful and difficult, others quite beautiful and auspicious, they have all caused me to step back and think about why I do the things that I do. Why? How do my routine activities indicate what I believe to be my life’s purpose on this planet? Am I moving daily in the direction of my heart’s deepest longing? These are big questions which yield answers leading to some what lofty notions.
Clearly I did not choose the path of artist and yoga teacher for its lucrative financial benefits. By many people’s standards I am broke, living pay check to pay check with no health insurance, no long term savings plan, and continuing to refuse to surrender to a “safe” 9-5 job with benefits. But for some reason I don’t feel poor. In many ways I feel incredibly rich and blessed. There are many things I have for which to be infinitely grateful. I am also scared. Confronted with seemingly insurmountable obstacles, I am totally terrified! And yet I have seen how life can unfold in unexpected and beautiful ways when you least expect it. So I trust. Then I am filled with a deep joy and enthusiasm for life, which allow me to face my fears on a daily basis.
When we choose to follow our hearts the stakes are the highest. We suddenly realize if we fail we cannot tell ourselves “well I did not really want to do that anyway” because we do! We want it more than anything. So I align my goals and desires with the highest. There is something much bigger than my individual ego working here. Suddenly I realize that it is the same energy that operates all of reality that moves my hands, beats my heart, and thinks my thoughts. Then a great wave of enthusiasm and creativity arises in me and propels me forward. Fear is still there, but grounded in my own true Self I do not waiver.View Post
DEFINITION: Pronoia is the antidote for paranoia. It’s the understanding that the universe is fundamentally friendly. It’s a mode of training your senses and intellect so you’re able to perceive the fact that life always gives you exactly what you need, exactly when you need it.
HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower.
PROCEDURE: Act as if the universe is a prodigious miracle created for your amusement and illumination. Assume that secret helpers are working behind the scenes to assist you in turning into the gorgeous masterpiece you were born to be. Join the conspiracy to shower all of creation with blessings.
I am still dreaming
of hanging from cliff edges
I wake with a pang
of cold delicious Fear
this wet and throbbing body
proclaims itself to me
My left eyelid swollen shut
I hear the small dog’s throat rattle
There are many passing voices
outside the tall window shut
I have such clarity
that my skin swims frightened
with alivenessView Post
Yoga for me is not just a physical or spiritual practice limited to a certain square of time in my schedule. It may have begun that way, but now yoga infiltrates every aspect of my life. I have been practicing yoga for 10 years and teaching for 3, but I still consider myself a beginner. It is much more interesting to approach the practice with beginners eyes, and ask “what can I learn today?” rather than exercise my already “mastered” poses. When we feel we know it all, we become jaded, and tend to go on auto-pilot. Yoga is not meant to be another thing on our to do list, it is a practice that we carry off our mats with us into our days. Yoga reminds me to be more aware of my breath, and my overall being, as I go about talking, walking, eating, working, etc. When i approach my practice in an open way, I find that yoga continuously surprises me with its lessons and gifts. Just when I think I have it figured out, I realize I know nothing, and I begin again. Its beautiful!
This continuous sense of wonder, discovery, and destruction & rebirth is what keeps life wonderful and fulfilling for me. Yoga has given me this gift. When I do not do my practice I start feeling stuck and disengaged from my own life and the actions I take in it. Being fully present and open for all of life’s moments (the good, the bad, and the ugly!) this is what gives me incentive to return to my mat, again and again. As a yoga teacher I strive to share this gift with others. I hope that everyone may realize how amazing their lives already are! We just need to stop and remember to breathe and feel.
I am attracted by the strangeness that surrounds all large cities… In Asnieres there is a nakedness of earthen embankments, wooden shacks inhabited by extraordinary people, skinny horses, nondescript carriages, and stray dogs. I respond to all that, it answers a need I have for sorrowful charm, a love of strange silhouettes…
-Jean-Francois Raffaelli, 1881
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