Western culture at the moment is physical, mostly external, and most people have an awareness that their health is connected to movement. I met Yoga from the level of asana. I call it the great bait and switch. It's easier to get most people to agree to attend a Yoga class than, say, a meditation class. That is because what is gross, tactile, undeniably real is easier to participate in than what is more abstract and less tangible.
Behead Ego, Illusion, and Fear; they will fold from the force of your intention, from the ferocity of your love. Use their bodies as food for your worms and let their blood moisten the soil under your feet.
I've been accused (more than once) of giving away the farm. Whether it was business advice, personal time, working for free or less than what I should have been paid -- you name it. It was never my intention to work for free. It was just, well… time and time again I would find myself in a place where what I was giving was not lining up with what I was receiving.
Faith is not who you are on your baptismal record, it is a particular vibration of ethereal optimism that has the power to hold everything good you ever wanted, and heal every wound from life's wear and tear. Faith is the walls unified with the skeletal scaffolding, the lithe muscles on bone.
You've got exquisite taste in sadness, too. It's the perfect combination of melancholy and hope, sprinkled with rage and longing. It's the kind that I can feel coming from miles away. The kind that comforts me.
I live, dance, breathe, write and love inside the space that resides in the between. It is my abiding fate as a human being. If I can attain that, I'll be as enlightened as I will ever be here on the ground -- on this pulsating, erupting, imploding, tenacious, rumbling, resilient ground that I love.
That's why I keep going back.
When the world tells me
that the home I live in and breathe in
that it's scarred,
fleshy existence should be shaped,
contoured and covered up.
Here I'm taught that life goes on.
It saved me.
Every spot on Earth speaks, and when it speaks to us we must go there and listen. And we must dance. When we respond to the call, we are gifted with a new piece of the truth. And when we dance sacredness into the spot that beckoned to us, we are offering our truth in return.
In the process of doing this, of freeing ourselves to be powerful goddesses and a force in the world, we emasculated an entire generation of men. With guns blazing, we took out the enemy and crafted a new reality in which we didn't need them at all. We made our own money, we bore our own children, we bought our own houses, our own jewelry, our own cars. We learned self-defense and martial arts, we taught ourselves to fight on our own. We smashed the bonds of marriage and made it all happen solo. We took over the god force and left the men with... nothing.
If I knew the way, I would take you home...Perhaps the only help I’m able to give you about this is to let you know that I know what it’s like. That I’ve been there. That I’ll undoubtedly be there again. That when you are there, isolated from the whole world, you are not actually alone. That there are people, things, a world surrounding you, holding you up, laying you down, covering you with blankets, massaging your feet.
In the face of life's calls to action, do we close ourselves off, or allow them to open us? Do we choose to bloom, or cling tight to our bud? Can we find the courage to unfold and let the elements of life touch us?
Whatever nuances our partner may present, even those we abhor, we must love them all. For without any one of this myriad list of ingredients, the one to whom we open our heart, the complete entity we have fallen in love with, would cease to exist.
I felt the earth
for the first time,
through your eyes.
I felt nature
scraping at skin
as I tried to pull myself towards you.
I am going to help you.
Inching along to the sound of your sobs.
My tears pouring back
to the ground for you.
A rain quenching the desert thirst.
I write because words are medicine and because there is nothing wrong with me and there is nothing wrong with you and we are just humans with wild hearts trying to figure how to love each other (and OURSELVES) bigger and better and why would I keep what I learn or what I question a secret when we have the potential to change the world with the stories we tell?
You don't need to kill your ego. Make it healthy and you will see its purpose. You will remember that you were created perfectly. There has been no mistake. Yes, even your (gasp!) ego serves the One Love, but it cannot serve when it is sick.
I love being awake while others sleep. It is as though I am living in a world within a world -- one that most folks miss out on, too busy walking briskly within the designated lines and structures of modern society. I like being the first to open the page of a new day. I like staring into its crisp white blankness and wondering what will unfold.
I know of many Yoga practitioners who are vegetarians -- some of them are doing great and some of them are not doing that great. I don't think you are a better Yogi if you don't eat meat or fish. It's about who you are, your needs, the choice of food and quality, and what your are focused on. But I don't think you can be good at anything if you eat a lot of crappy food, added sugar, polluted food and conventional raised animals. Not even Yoga.
Did she have a little machine in there?
Some metallic cogwork piece
that could empower
that frail deer-like body so?
Did she know how to turn it off?
It had to require a good amount of energy.
A fair amount of courage.
Kino landed buoyantly in a flawless Hanumanasana like a golden champagne bubble. She turned toward the stunned onlookers and, with grace and equanimity, displayed her phosphorescent Cheshire cat grin. The blinding ivory radiance of her Kinosmile conveyed a strong and confident: "Told ya so. I'm Kino. Booyah!"
If love is a destination of regular heartbreaks, loneliness, wasted tears, and constant fear, even when you are in the arms of the one you love, then maybe you shouldn't rush to it. Maybe, like time heals wounds, you should give love some time.
Poetry speaks to a hyper-awareness of language and its power to recreate a moment.
A poet emerges as someone who sees and speaks in this world with a particular awareness.
The nature of this awareness shifts across different times and locations.
It is extremely difficult to walk away from your own assumptions, and from your own memories, but if you don’t, they will begin to own you. I stood for a long moment, and as voices that had been mine, pleaded and promised and wept, I took a step away, then another.
I've had countless conversations with women, from terrible to terrific and everything in between. However, a dozen quotes stand out from the rest. Here are the twelve most memorable things a woman ever said to me, and what I learned.
I want to be clear, The SCAR Project is not about breast cancer and The Unknown Soldier is not about war. They are about many things. The images can be uncomfortable for the viewer. It forces us to confront our fears and inhibitions about life, death, sexuality, sickness, relationships, etc. I once read it described as unflinching. Reality is not always pretty. This is reality. Let's address it. Both The SCAR Project and The Unknown Soldier present an opportunity to open a dialogue about issues we are not necessarily comfortable with... and in the case of The Unknown Soldier, responsible for.
This full moon, in addition to being a Harvest Supermoon, will be occurring in the watery sign of Pisces, which may heighten your sensitivity. Previously repressed emotions and patterns may pop up. This can be a time of vivid dreaming. This moon may also offer us a leveraged healing opportunity.
Springing forward from those tumultuous years, I'm learning the rhythm of what best suits me. For not too long ago in another land, the tears I wept in darkness were really a battle cry to break free. And now the windows are open and draped with transparency. Color is returning to the prism of life. It is here I am listening to what I need.
Over the years -- before, then during -- and after my formal education in natural medicine, I have to'd-and-fro'd with my opinions on the topic of the nature and call-to-action through a woman’s menstrual cycle.
Rejection is an experience. That's all. When we choose to embrace it as an experience, as opposed to a measurement of our worth (because it totally isn't), we begin to view it as an opportunity for growth and self-improvement.
"There were and will be dark times, always, but it's the ache that stirs the words. Without the ache the joy would fall flat. I think the obstacles are what get us to where we need to be. We have to remind our legs that they are strong." - Tyler Knott Gregson
Perhaps men still perceive Yoga as some hokey practice in which we roll around on the floor in candlelight, listening to bad new age music. Or they fear they'll suck at it, which challenges their male pride. But guys will be more inclined to do it when they learn, for example, that the German soccer team does Yoga. It's getting better. I see a slow shift. Guys, get your ass on a mat! We need you.
Living my life to extremes,
making great waves in the world.
Being an all-around fabulous girl.
Does it shock you?
To know that I’m shedding my clothes
and revealing myself in this way?
In essence, you see,
I am just being me…
I'd forgotten I could send my love directly to me -- not my reflection of me in you -- but to me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and through my gut and liver and frostbitten fingertips. Let my love nourish me with as much urgency and power and healing as I used to channel through you.
Orangutans also have a family structure very similar to humans -- babies stay with their mothers for five to 10 years, the longest of any animal besides us. Females also only give birth to about three to four babies in their lifetime, making the species very hard to rebuild and grow.
Our excited, over-stimulated minds fed by our caffeine and sugar-riddled bodies race to the eye of the storm in a culture-centric gold rush. We are driven by capitalism but fueled by an innate human creativity we still cannot price tag the source of.
I internalized the repression of women and repressed femininity within myself. I cultivated this repression as my armor. I protected my femininity that was so often attacked, insulted and abused by repressing it and replacing it with a dysfunctional, acquired, masculinized version of myself.
I still vividly remember my last office job. It was about 10 years ago and I still cringe when I think about having to drag my butt out of bed at 6:30 am to drown in the stench of morning breath and cramped quarters during my subway commute to work. After an hour's commute, I was greeted with nine torturous hours of what felt like hell.
We are all a united consciousness trying to survive and persevere in this wonderful world we live. Our external shell is of little significance to who we are. Once we erase our external definitions we are one in consciousness. It is how we choose to live in this consciousness that makes us ultimately beautiful.
The Power of Love says... Love you if you do. Love you if you don’t. Every time you attempt satisfaction of a desire the knowledge comes that it is better to desist. Repeated reminders of this kind will in due course weaken the desires. What is your true nature? How can you ever forget it? Waking, dream and sleep are mere phases of the mind. They are not of the Self. You are the witness of these states. Your true nature is found in sleep. By knowledge. You know that you are not the mind. The desires are in the mind. Such knowledge helps one to control them.
Gratefulness is found when we follow the music of life’s messy honesty and enlightened tensions, its touching surprises and startling paradoxes, its bittersweet preciousness, which like an accordion, we draw out for ourselves, unfolding through daily moments of thankfulness, approached with full presence of mind and open heart.
Magic is everywhere and we need to honor its light to shine our path not keep us in the dark, in our place. Life is a dance and I need to keep moving to feel the rhythm, enjoy the pulse if I'm going to be able to spread my wings and flit and fly like a butterfly.