In India, as well as in Kenya, Nigeria, Mali and South Africa, to name a few, there are traditional designs and techniques which are very unique and beautiful, of which I'm sure there would be a big demand in Europe, USA, Canada... for colorful, vibrantly patterned Yoga bags.
I’m intrigued by the question, “Are you on vacation?”
From what? What springs to mind is the Bruce Cockburn song, Lovers in a Dangerous Time. To be a lover at this time seems to have its particular challenges.
It is a time of great poignancy. Perhaps I am confusing a natural sense of poignancy, of the mixing of the sweet and the sad, that comes with aging. But, I do consider it a fact that this time of my life coincides with the end of the Holocene period.
I’m sitting at a picnic table in the Florida Keys, looking at the Bahia Honda Channel bridge; looking to the west into a steady westerly breeze. That wind roared all night, and the noise of the traffic on the bridge is nearly unbearable. Nonetheless, people clamor to get in here and I leapt at a chance.
Being involved in research like this, finding the very best places to hide out during New England...
The only way I truly know if I'm making a 'yogic' choice is that I feel at peace with it. That it comes from a place of conscious intuition, instinct and that it feels right. This has become my foundation and center point in all my decisions, even if others don't like it.
My hand polishes the lines on your face, the ones that leave valleys by your eyes, valleys as storied and beautiful as the one in which I was born, and you lean into me. I see the freckles splayed like stars across your skin; I trace them into pictures of speckled sparrows taking flight in the sun. Tangled up in blankets and limbs and words not spoken, faces pressed together, we sleep.
You look at yourself, and realize that while you were busy entrusting the Universe with your happiness, the Universe, in all its wisdom, had been busy setting up these tests to make sure you can actually implement all that you've been observing along the way, and not just being theoretically wise, but practically so as well. Cosmic pop quiz -- that's what these are. Exciting? Sure. Challenging? You bet. Fun? Well, not always. Necessary? That's for you to find out. My personal compass points to the word 'absolutely' on that one.
I want chaos and serenity stitched together like lovers. I want to continue shifting weight until I find the centre of my becoming. I want days where the only thing that matters is we remembered to breathe. I want lonesome nights. I want the courage and fear to be revered for lessons they each impart.
Keep turning people into poems. Keep inhaling him and keep pressing his face into your memory so you won't ever have to be without it. Keep letting your body guide him. Keep arching your back so that he has a better view of your... heart.
I had a difficult time when my partner would look at other women and comment on their beauty, boobs, sexiness, etc. Being a modern woman, I would pretend to laugh at his comments as if they meant nothing to me. But deep down, I struggled with the feeling that I wasn't enough, wasn't sexy or busty or young enough.
When we spend Time around good people, or those who touch us deeply in some way, we have this uplifting feeling inside ourselves. This energy stored in our body that flows through us like a drug in our system, making everything around us seem brighter and more full of life.
Heaven was on earth, and my body was the vessel. From that moment on I started to listen to my body, really listen. It led me to each of the herbs that I use in my steams and teas. It led me to a complete change in diet and lifestyle. It led me to understand my body's natural cycles and how they coincide with the cycles in nature. It led me to a self-reliance and self-love that can be shaken but never taken away from me again.
I want the whole cake. That's right, I want the whole damn thing. I'm tired of the crumbs, and can no longer only allow myself to take small bites. So why is it that I keep gladly accepting the stale slices of love and affection when I know I deserve more?
I, like all addicts, desperately wanted to simply feel better -- to know peace and joy. My addictive behavior was born of an incredibly innocent and pure desire to sooth the torment within. My actions were a sick and twisted attempt at self-love.