We have three friends: gravity, breath, and wave (connected with the supple movement of extension along the spine). Theses three companions (fused in one) should be constantly with us.
From Awakening the Spine, by Vanda Scarvelli p 24
1991
Sunday, July 20, 2014
three frinds
We have three friends: gravity, breath, and wave (connected with the supple movement of extension along the spine). Theses three companions (fused in one) should be constantly with us.
Health Advice for 2012- Katy Bowman
What (health) advice would you like to give yourself for 2012?
Dear Katy,
You're taking on too many projects. Or, you need to not be overwhelmed by them. Do what you can do. Look at what is truly important to you and let the others go. Make sure that ANY project you take on supports your greater interest in wellbeing. If a project causes you stress, it's working against your internal desire to be stress-free. Let it go.
Oh, and take a nap at least once a week. The only one keeping you from doing that is you. I promise, nothing great is going on during that one hour anyways.
Love,
Me
From Alignment Matters, by Katy Bowman p 358
Dear Katy,
You're taking on too many projects. Or, you need to not be overwhelmed by them. Do what you can do. Look at what is truly important to you and let the others go. Make sure that ANY project you take on supports your greater interest in wellbeing. If a project causes you stress, it's working against your internal desire to be stress-free. Let it go.
Oh, and take a nap at least once a week. The only one keeping you from doing that is you. I promise, nothing great is going on during that one hour anyways.
Love,
Me
From Alignment Matters, by Katy Bowman p 358
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Rumi quotes
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are thousands of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Keep looking at the wounded place-- that's where the light gets in.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
poem
I love transformations in the outline of a tree in strong wind.
Early poets, half shaman, half sibyl, spoke for this flow of our transformation into
animals, kinds of weather.
Light slants through fir trees onto this leaf, twig, spiderweb with magnetic
significance.
I'm interested in the resonance of disjunction, of one thing next to another, blue
mountain at sunset and yellow air.
The glow is an inner informational process connecting, moment-to-moment, in a
kind of spontaneous karmic outline, crow in wind, elms.
I mean peripheral vision, field dynamic like shapeshifting in my perception of
green butterflies and other shadows on grass.
I step off the path for blueberries, lean against mossy granite, my head brushing
low leaves, and see a thrush sitting high up.
The next phenomenon is not of my perceiving:
I am one with the bird's thoughts, patterns of leaves, the sanctuary of its unseen
comings and goings weaving around the tree live texture I can sense like a force
field, field of vision, its soul within the tree in the present.
Birdsong exists in realizable terms; if I were deaf, song is still possible, or on my
walk at night, green.
It's how I describe what I see, as I move along the surface layer of experience.
-- Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
from Hello, the Roses p. 45
Early poets, half shaman, half sibyl, spoke for this flow of our transformation into
animals, kinds of weather.
Light slants through fir trees onto this leaf, twig, spiderweb with magnetic
significance.
I'm interested in the resonance of disjunction, of one thing next to another, blue
mountain at sunset and yellow air.
The glow is an inner informational process connecting, moment-to-moment, in a
kind of spontaneous karmic outline, crow in wind, elms.
I mean peripheral vision, field dynamic like shapeshifting in my perception of
green butterflies and other shadows on grass.
I step off the path for blueberries, lean against mossy granite, my head brushing
low leaves, and see a thrush sitting high up.
The next phenomenon is not of my perceiving:
I am one with the bird's thoughts, patterns of leaves, the sanctuary of its unseen
comings and goings weaving around the tree live texture I can sense like a force
field, field of vision, its soul within the tree in the present.
Birdsong exists in realizable terms; if I were deaf, song is still possible, or on my
walk at night, green.
It's how I describe what I see, as I move along the surface layer of experience.
-- Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
from Hello, the Roses p. 45
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Hildegaard
"We cannot live in a world that is not our own. In a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light."
- Hildegaard, 12th c mystic, writer, and musician
- Hildegaard, 12th c mystic, writer, and musician
Sunday, May 4, 2014
equanimity
Equanimity is not coldness, indifference, or apathy. You are present in the world but not upset by it. The spaciousness of equanimity is a great support for compassion, kindness, and joy at the happiness of others.
- from Buddha's Brain, by Rick Hanson p. 117
- from Buddha's Brain, by Rick Hanson p. 117
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Third chakra
When we are busy trying to control ourselves, others, or our environment, we cannot experience joy.
Solar plexus
Yellow
Power, control, will
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