Today was a particularly inspired class. I will try to articulate something here, knowing that this is memory of a moment in time that was given, so it will never have the same resonance as it did when it flowed through. Never mind, it will be its own flow.
The darkest depths of the ocean, the outer reaches of the atmosphere, the hottest rumbling volcano and the cold plain of the arctic.
this is your aura, this is your field.
the entire earth is within you, and you are within it.
so too the entire scope of emotions. the darkest depths of sorrow, the expanse of joy, the hottest fires of anger and the deep peace of awareness.
this is all in you. every moment, every breath, you contain all and all contains you.
Take these moments of stillness for we are thirsty for them. Let whatever is inside you, let it come let it be, let it go.
you must know yourself, deeply and truly. you must not deny any facet of your existence. the road to spirit starts here, with the deep experience of yourself truly, living, truly alive, truly existing in the polarities and the in betweens, in the shadow and in the light. You are alive with energy, vibrating,
fluttering,
radiating,
swirling,
itching,
destabilizing,
fluctuating.
whatever it is that comes, let it come, let it be, let it go.
this is the path to our deeper awareness. it starts with deeply facing all that is in this self, in this life. it ends with deeply facing all that is in this self, in this life. there is nothing else.
whatever reflected in the mirror of the body; let it come, let it be, let it go.
whatever reflected in the wheel of life; let it come, let it be, let it go.
inhale deeply. exhale fully. inhale deeply, exhale fully. stretch through your fingers as you open your hands, and your heart to this life and all that it is.
Shanti, Shalom, Salaam, Paix, Peace.
Hari Om Tat Sat.
All my love.
And Good night.
Monday 25 January 2010
Saturday 9 January 2010
Two Threads, an introduction
Two threads was the name for a blog I chose a while ago, thinking it would be about a performance that I was then working on. The blog never took off then, and neither did the show. The name seemed right though for me at this moment, thinking about weaving together the threads of my current life, education and yoga, and how that will ultimately resolve into one larger integrated picture. The two threads, like the ida and pingala nadis interplay through this journey. Eventually what will be revealed is that central chord, sushumna, where the two energies interplay, carrying energy from root source to infinite expression.
Yoga on the mat is a dance of energy, where it moves into form. My practice is feeling deeply into this body while moving through the forms of hatha vinyasa and the forms of kundalini practice. Here in this body, I weave the two threads the detail and the freedom, the external technique and the internal play. On the mat, the hands rise, these feet ground, this navel consolidates, this heart radiates. I sail on the four winds and find unity with each breath. Hands together in front of heart, palm to palm, the two hands each holding and feeding the other. I lean towards the great divine. The great divine supports back. I weave the threads to make one.
Yoga off the mat is the dance of energy where it moves out of form. My practice is to surf through the ocean of experience where challenge meets ease, where fear battle love, and love bows in return. This morning I wake up to a journey where I move forward and the world moves back. This evening I question and get no answer back. There is no hand to grip, no form to hold onto, no signpost, no measuring stick. I lean in with trust that I am held. I cry in the fear of the dark. And take another small step.
Two threads is the beginning of a new journey. The yoga of writing. The yoga of teaching. The yoga of yoga. The yoga of everyday life. There is no difference of course between what is on and off the mat. There is no mat, there is no yoga, there is no spoon. Nevertheless, in this human existence there is the great fear, the great sadness, the great uncertainty and illusion of separation that clouds true understanding. I am writing to share, and writing to understand all that is, all that I am, all that I fear and all that I love.
Hari Om Tat Sat.
Yoga on the mat is a dance of energy, where it moves into form. My practice is feeling deeply into this body while moving through the forms of hatha vinyasa and the forms of kundalini practice. Here in this body, I weave the two threads the detail and the freedom, the external technique and the internal play. On the mat, the hands rise, these feet ground, this navel consolidates, this heart radiates. I sail on the four winds and find unity with each breath. Hands together in front of heart, palm to palm, the two hands each holding and feeding the other. I lean towards the great divine. The great divine supports back. I weave the threads to make one.
Yoga off the mat is the dance of energy where it moves out of form. My practice is to surf through the ocean of experience where challenge meets ease, where fear battle love, and love bows in return. This morning I wake up to a journey where I move forward and the world moves back. This evening I question and get no answer back. There is no hand to grip, no form to hold onto, no signpost, no measuring stick. I lean in with trust that I am held. I cry in the fear of the dark. And take another small step.
Two threads is the beginning of a new journey. The yoga of writing. The yoga of teaching. The yoga of yoga. The yoga of everyday life. There is no difference of course between what is on and off the mat. There is no mat, there is no yoga, there is no spoon. Nevertheless, in this human existence there is the great fear, the great sadness, the great uncertainty and illusion of separation that clouds true understanding. I am writing to share, and writing to understand all that is, all that I am, all that I fear and all that I love.
Hari Om Tat Sat.
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