My badge at the facility has been pulled for practicing certain Yoga poses. After all, there is a very real resistance in the world that operates in opposition to light. Its energy is much stronger in the prison environment.
Now it is time to allow the true adventure to live and to meet my destiny head-on. So my plan is going through the ceiling instead of wasting any more time with those walls to embrace the plan I know and releasing the need to struggle.
What would happen if you could put aside your fear for one day? One hour? Be drawn by the connections that come, feed that place of intrinsic love and let it be your guide... surrender to the unknowable order of things.
Not being on the right frequency,
I had to look inside of me.
The vibrations I was sending out,
Did not match that which I was intentional about.
I wanted these things, but my thoughts you see,
Were the ones that were blocking me.
I have decided to join a sailing expedition, together with another 13 women coming from different fields and life experiences, to cross the Atlantic Ocean and 'make the unseen seen'. That is, from the toxics in our bodies to the toxics in our seas. We call it eXXpedition and we set sail on Nov 16.
Menopause can be natural, premature (occurring before the age of forty) or surgically induced. It may occur quickly or take several years. Smoking cigarettes, illness, and genetic tendencies can bring menopause on earlier. Men also experience a type of menopause known as viropause or andropause.
I wish that you would, once more, be able to sing your mellifluous and gentle melody. Those unsure and lonely notes are drowned out by the powerful and furious ostinato of guilt, and you become lost in a symphony of pain. A thick and heavy motif also combines with an opera of grief.
Yes, you can spend your days creating art and poetry. No, you cannot solve all the world’s problems today even if you tried; but you can brighten someone’s day and make their journey more beautiful. Perhaps that is the real meaning of life?
We all have a huge depth of layers -- a mystery beneath whatever labels we find ourselves in. This mystery is awful if you really think about it. Awful in the awe-inspiring, deep, profound way. But awful in a terrifying way too.
As a trained first responder, he will be fully equipped to handle whatever hot mess you have gotten yourself into. Don't be afraid to show him your freshly mangled heart. Without a hint of judgment he will touch your cold clammy skin, kiss your blue lips, and fearlessly witness the look of shock in your eyes. Remember, he has seen it all.
You have a million and one other voices in your head telling you what you need, what you should have done, and what the next step should be. Way back in the recesses of your mind there stands a faint image on the horizon. That specter is who you do not want to disappoint in your walk of life.
In seeking freedom, the dominator became the submissive, and while at times there was rebellion, overwhelmingly, I found peace in allowing a wiser force to take a hold of my body, emotions, mind and beyond.
It's perfectly okay to feel angry, upset, frustrated, worried, stressed, hurt, unhappy, desperate, scared, afraid and unsure. It’s okay to cry and stare up at the ceiling. It’s okay to want to crawl under the covers and stay there.
Splash all the paints you have.
Let's make something abstract.
Or just sketch an outline
and shade me with your love.
Go under my skin now.
Use your lips now and paint me.
Let my goosebumps add to your artwork.
Non-Duality, in very simple and blunt terms, means that our mundane world of matter, samsara and suffering, ego and separation, is literally and unequivocally the self-same as the Divine and Ideal realms. Nirvana is Samsara and Samsara is Nirvana, they are 'not-two and not-one', 'neti-neti', neither-neither'.
Your soul is always trying to get your attention. It does it often in very interesting ways. We all know when something feels off. However, many times we negotiate away the feeling by dismissing it. Please do not do that anymore... that is your soul trying to get your attention. Your soul always has your best interests at heart. Your ego does not.
Once a month, mother nature moves half the population. She sweeps a unifying red brushstroke through the center of us all. We have forgotten how to meet under the sacred canvas of a red tent. Until now. This is an invitation to shine a light on the shadow of this shared experience and make it our ally.
The value of feminine radiance, softness, sensuality, ferocity, and cycles have been lost in a wash of sterility, predictability, straight lines and demure manners.
I am a woman who knows that I am adored every single day. In this matter, I have never known a moment of doubt. It is simply the truth, a profound knowledge with which I have lived for more than 30 years.
Any effort focused at expanding your own comfort zone, awareness, self-love and inner compassion not only helps you, but creates a ripple effect of love out into the entire world. As you treat yourself, so you treat others. As you heal yourself, so you heal others. The deep love you express toward yourself is equivalent to the love you express to another.
I think the lesson to be learned, if there is one, is that one can never let their guard down when dealing with evil — and yes, racism is evil. It’s a part of our human makeup and has instigated most of our wars, and inspired our most atrocious acts of mass murder, torture, enslavement and genocide.
Coming from two different variables and two different perspectives can burden love in every sense of the word.
Are opposites attracting truly a viable means to everlasting love? This moment, this meaning, this very place we call love is tossed up into the night sky and left wandering around until it lands where it feels safe and secure. My heart feels your heart.
We are open and willing and surrounded by possibilities, and endless amounts of nuances leading us down the path of freedom and serenity. If we can only find the space in between to make it last, with me not always floating on a breeze, and you not always keeping my feet on the earth.
I can take the lead, but I need a soft place to land. I need to feel your arms wrapped around me, nudging me to continue to take care of my heart and sensitive self. I need your softness to wallow up inside of me, creating the space for...
I can't help but feel a little failure when the Universe steps in to remind me I have work to do on my yogic path -- as if I'm getting a little cocky and need to be reprimanded. This happened to me recently when I stepped in front of my bathroom mirror and said out loud, "Oh shit, I look old," and panicked.
Everything cycles through birth, aging, sickness and death. Everything. The child becomes a maiden. The maiden becomes a mother. The mother becomes a matriarch. The matriarch becomes a grandparent and the cycle repeats.
I sweat day in and day out, clicking away at keys, armed with a Thesaurus and a hot cup of tea. When I'm looking down at my phone, I'm not texting a fabulously handsome stranger I met at the bar last weekend. I didn't go to the bar last weekend. I was creating, planning, scrapping, re-working and starting again. And that's exactly what I'm doing now -- as I open the virtual yellow pad on my phone. I can't lose the lyrical flow whispered in my ear at inopportune moments. I must transcribe. I'm a vigilant warrior.
Sometimes, much like an infant, I feel fear, I feel alone, I feel unheard within my practice. I then swaddle myself with images, past experiences and moments of grand transformation, the moments of when I get the honor of observing my clients or students achieve greatness on their terms.
The story here is that even in my naive life, I felt a connection to something within that was bigger than any fear. I allowed myself to find the comfort within me. I woke up the next morning in gratitude for my beating heart.
Each organ has a sound associated with it, and the sound for releasing excess energy, or grief, from the lungs is a sustained sssssssssss. This sound has many functions. Physiologically, it releases excess CO2 from the blood by slowing down and aspirating the exhale. It also calms the nervous system by limiting the amount of air being released and contracting the diaphragm.
I want to Love my life. Love it exactly as it is now and not some fantastical, idealized version that exists nowhere except in my noggin’. Love it for exactly what it is now, with all its frustration and failure and credit card debt and unrealized dreams.
Sometimes when I come across an amazing soul, I feel like I want to somehow duplicate some of that good energy into my own life. What would it take to have some of Julia's fun, romance, resilience, charm, wit, warmth and joy in my own life (in your life)?
When we either deny our victimization or orient our lives around suffering, we begin to automatically accommodate our own violation.In order to enter into a life of warriorship, we must break this habit of accommodation immediately by addressing our suffering.
I scream breath,
And love comes rushing out of me
like the fountain that it is,
while hope circles the doorway,
waiting to be let in.
Faith was already in the room,
it had to be before I could begin
consuming doughnuts of lilac,
and soothing soups of self-belief.
Human beings are masterful creators. There, I said it. Some may shake their heads, while others will ponder and meditate on that seemingly mysterious statement. A rare few, however -- and by “a rare few,” I mean all of us Rebelles -- will understand intuitively that this is an undeniable truth.
What I will say is that I am here now and liking it. I’m not going to tell you where I am, or what I’ve done or managed to accomplish, and I am doing that for a reason: I’ve known you long enough to know you wouldn’t be satisfied with knowing.
This is about real people who are hurting and in pain and in need of healing. This is about a world that is in need of healing. And this is about creating the means to rebel against the systems of injustice that kill and maim and wound us all. This is about standing together as a global community, comprised of billions of individual humans. It's about humanity, damnit! And it's about time we are all finally treated as humans.
Nature taught me to be a Woman. Her slippery creek stones instructed my feet to dance. Her fallen logs taught my body to balance, and her winged bards my voice to sing. From her trees I learned what to seek in a Man: Roots, shelter, humility, courage, grandeur. I learned to love my naked body from the naked flowers and naked stones. A gnat walking my hip bone and a scent on the breeze have taught me to be the witness at the center of my senses. Nature is the Master of Tantra, and I am her daughter.
Looking around now, all I see are yogis and yoginis perfectly flawed. It’s so refreshing to finally allow myself to be part of something where everyone fits in. Yoga is not an exclusive club, but for everyone who wants to gain from any aspect of this mystical discipline.
I made myself a mind palace, and did not realize I built it for two. You were in every inch of it, it just took you time to manifest. You had to pull yourself out of the polished wooden banisters that lead up to our attic room.