I am back, in town the place that has the longest associations…last night i was reminded of this connection…sitting amongst friends, some new faces, the energy was familiar. shared laughter, stories, concerns, and i was once again reminded of these words "love is being silly together…", and "when you love, you have no time to judge"…
a glass of wine…smoking a cigarette, shivering in the cold, but so much laughter…for a moment all is forgotten except the realization that each moment is precious…
i am sitting in the kitchen counter, the sun on my back feels good…this is the home of a friend, Nimmi, a friendship spanning 35 years…she laughed the first time she met me i was making dal using a recipe…"tum ko daal bananee bhee nahee atee"…"my gosh, you don't even know how to cook daal?"…that is equivalent to "you don't know how to boil water"…well almost…as daal and rice is the staple everyone eats in their daily meals, where i was born…and our lives and stories, together, separate but somehow intertwined and continued, through babies, fears, tears and laughter…i love you Nimmi, you have always been a friend a sister, tolerant and supportive of all my crazy life choices…the stability, and home that i know will always be there. Good Job, kiddo...
a place to park thoughts and ideas....... the people and places.......encountered in the journey of life.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011…thoughts from Casa de Vida
I am packing, last minute stuff, making room, clearing out the external expression of the daily necessities of life….
what i need for the travel, is packed in a small bag, with the trust that whatever else is needed will be found wherever i am, no need to carry the extra baggage...
i close my eyes, the inner eye...and i have withdrawn from my senses...all the senses...the most powerful is my sense that is drawn from my conditioning...i sense a freedom...the judge the guide that is known to "me" is standing in this bright light of awareness...
i relate, interact, live with a clarity, an inner clarity...sometimes i sense a "need" to explain this clariy, "to who" i ask...and i realize that some aspects of "me", are part of the stories, the stories in which there are many souls, with their own conditioning and their ideas and beliefs...these are the associations...
my presence, is not just my soul in these stories, i have a form, a "me" which is linked in with other forms and associations…
i ask myself, what yoga practice brought me to the final savasana? the yamas, the niyamas, our contract with the universe and our commitment to life…the physical asanas, the attention and focused awareness of breathing, life energy, quieting the mind into the single focus, being in a contemplative space in mediation…
ride on the wings of the breath…
i realize what yoga is, its my life expressed in form;
in each moment there is a union to the "i" recognised as the free spirit, and the "me", in its association....the yoga that brings this union, the yoga of living, is savasana on the mat, and the living each mindful moment in life…i have mastered yoga, now i have to master living…
it begins to tie in, when i live each moment with the same guidelines, then the yoga happens in each thought, idea, action, feeling…
the same practice that brings me to mastering the savasana, surrenders me to life...i feel alive in this complete release...
life is my teacher…
what i need for the travel, is packed in a small bag, with the trust that whatever else is needed will be found wherever i am, no need to carry the extra baggage...
i close my eyes, the inner eye...and i have withdrawn from my senses...all the senses...the most powerful is my sense that is drawn from my conditioning...i sense a freedom...the judge the guide that is known to "me" is standing in this bright light of awareness...
i relate, interact, live with a clarity, an inner clarity...sometimes i sense a "need" to explain this clariy, "to who" i ask...and i realize that some aspects of "me", are part of the stories, the stories in which there are many souls, with their own conditioning and their ideas and beliefs...these are the associations...
my presence, is not just my soul in these stories, i have a form, a "me" which is linked in with other forms and associations…
i ask myself, what yoga practice brought me to the final savasana? the yamas, the niyamas, our contract with the universe and our commitment to life…the physical asanas, the attention and focused awareness of breathing, life energy, quieting the mind into the single focus, being in a contemplative space in mediation…
ride on the wings of the breath…
i realize what yoga is, its my life expressed in form;
in each moment there is a union to the "i" recognised as the free spirit, and the "me", in its association....the yoga that brings this union, the yoga of living, is savasana on the mat, and the living each mindful moment in life…i have mastered yoga, now i have to master living…
it begins to tie in, when i live each moment with the same guidelines, then the yoga happens in each thought, idea, action, feeling…
the same practice that brings me to mastering the savasana, surrenders me to life...i feel alive in this complete release...
life is my teacher…
Monday, December 5, 2011
my ship...
is my life contained in this human form,
i sail…
sometime i see land i reach out, yes i will stay here, the earth will nourish me, i will once again feel the ground beneath my feet…
the oceans too are part of the earth, i pull anchor, i sail again…
movement reminds me there is life…
the spirit is free, do not imprison the spirit behind the bars of conditioning…
no seeking, no searching,
give me a moment to pack myself,
i reach out to my inner anchor and i am ready to move…
Love anchors, moves and stays...
"An anchor is a device, normally made of metal, that is used to connect a vessel to the bed of a body of water to prevent the vessel from drifting due to wind or current. The word derives from Latin ancora, which itself comes from the Greek ἄγκυρα (ankura ).[1][2]
Anchors can either be temporary or permanent. A permanent anchor is used in the creation of a mooring, and is rarely moved"…~wiki~
i sail…
sometime i see land i reach out, yes i will stay here, the earth will nourish me, i will once again feel the ground beneath my feet…
the oceans too are part of the earth, i pull anchor, i sail again…
movement reminds me there is life…
the spirit is free, do not imprison the spirit behind the bars of conditioning…
no seeking, no searching,
give me a moment to pack myself,
i reach out to my inner anchor and i am ready to move…
Love anchors, moves and stays...
"An anchor is a device, normally made of metal, that is used to connect a vessel to the bed of a body of water to prevent the vessel from drifting due to wind or current. The word derives from Latin ancora, which itself comes from the Greek ἄγκυρα (ankura ).[1][2]
Anchors can either be temporary or permanent. A permanent anchor is used in the creation of a mooring, and is rarely moved"…~wiki~
Monday, November 14, 2011
the dawn breaks the night...
i am awake, i smile, i am the spirit that remembered to return, or did it…
i absorbed and i was absorbed, who returned? i ask...
the free spirits danced, flew, they soared over the mountains, swam into the oceans, touched the untouchable, co-mingling with other souls, with other spirits…
who re-entered this body?
where was i? my soul and my body…i lie still, the body and the mind absorbs…in the awakening, we are who?
in the lightness and in depth…the dawn breaks…i see numbers 16 and 17
i absorbed and i was absorbed, who returned? i ask...
the free spirits danced, flew, they soared over the mountains, swam into the oceans, touched the untouchable, co-mingling with other souls, with other spirits…
who re-entered this body?
where was i? my soul and my body…i lie still, the body and the mind absorbs…in the awakening, we are who?
in the lightness and in depth…the dawn breaks…i see numbers 16 and 17
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
November Full Moon and 11.11.11
i sit here on my computer, less than 24 hours away from the full moon in November....a time of contemplations, realizations, of acknowledgement, of release and manifestation.
If Existence is an expression of the Universal Conciousness, then through thoughts, words, feelings and actions this expression is shared. We relate through this expression…
Rituals, are also a mode of expression...we meditate at the time of the full moon, and in the night have our release and manifestation ritual around the fire....turning into 11.11.11 at 11 am we will be doing our 108 sun salutations….
As we focus on what or how we want our lives to be, somewhere, somehow the realization will dawn, "which of my fears and conditioning can i let go"....
We awaken to peace and joy...
If Existence is an expression of the Universal Conciousness, then through thoughts, words, feelings and actions this expression is shared. We relate through this expression…
Rituals, are also a mode of expression...we meditate at the time of the full moon, and in the night have our release and manifestation ritual around the fire....turning into 11.11.11 at 11 am we will be doing our 108 sun salutations….
As we focus on what or how we want our lives to be, somewhere, somehow the realization will dawn, "which of my fears and conditioning can i let go"....
We awaken to peace and joy...
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