footsteps on the path
Equinox: Release, Conserve
When we grasp toward ourselves, we simultaneously block anything to move in either direction - we deflect gifts offered and resist giving away our own gifts. We barricade off new knowledge and we defer from offering our own ideas freely without aggression or expectation. We cloud perception and function. We muddy the waters and prevent the possibility of space and renewal. When we grasp, we tend to create stagnation. We prevent the free movement of our biological functions, the free movement of ideas, of people and that of our own potential.
a way of working
trust in the darkness
a practice
to have, to hold
The sacred and fertile ground of our most creative sparks find their roots in the empty spaces winter so graciously provides if we allow ourselves the modern luxury to stay, untethered to any gadget, to that vast space. In the moments between our thoughts, in the rhythm of an outdoor walk, in the soft, seemingly monotonous hum of a meditation seat or a yoga asana… there within the framework of boredom is the intricate web of our own attention.
becoming into
Pause and settle yourself into the leg that holds you, the foot that molds over ground and stone and fallen tree.
When the exhale goes down, the earth rises up to embrace the heart of you. Sole, ribcage, soft palate..
letting go: the fruit of our grief
who we were.
voice of the heart.
I have been sharply reminded yet again in the last few days that this life is always in flux, never guaranteed. The only rule to count on is that everything will change and fall away eventually. With that truth in mind, I carry the preciousness of these transformative practices in my heart. I have been so fortunate to have a life that guided me into Yoga and am so appreciative to have had this much time to explore what Yoga really is and what it can offer us.
Regardless of where I land in my career and the transitions that have been set in motion, these precious practices will be carried along wherever I go and the heart of my dharma will remain steady; the voice of my heart crying ever clearer, triumphant from the mountaintop of a life well-studied, well-explored, well-lived.
a dialogue begins.
allowing grace in through the pain.
why do we control?
why do we ignore?
Begin Again.
I am so grateful for the practice and work of “living a conscious life”, as my friend calls it:
something greater.
two weeks and a day.
stepping into the heart.
stillness, movement and setting sails again.
what if there is no one to appease?
what is it you are looking for?
