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.
But the truth is, the term stigma should remind us all how imposed markers are unjustly used to label those who have denied the accepted status quo. We've been cultured to adhere to certain social and societal standards. Our belief systems have been shaped by the ideals of the world as we know it: good versus bad, smart versus dumb, poor versus rich, strong versus weak.
Autumn is also an important period for harvesting. As I harvest the knowledge and experience I have learnt from all the interactions of the past months, I also harvest the berries, barks, roots and plants to make into medicine.
The wildish one wants to fight for you. She wants to spill her medicine into you. She wants to sing over your bones. The wild women will conjure great storms for you, she will churn the earth beneath your feet and reveal treasures you have walked over, unnoticed, again and again.
She's my co-pilot and my confidant. She's my side-kick and my trickster sister. She embodies unconditional love. Miss Belly teaches me every single day to embrace my incandescence; to show my light, rather than hide it. She's the ultimate guru of woof-woof wisdom.
So many on spiritual paths seem to think it necessary to deny themselves physical pleasure. But certain traditions that don't reject this essential part of earthly existence, such as Hinduism, hold that physical pleasure is sacred. Food, sex, fine wine, art, and fine clothing, are all amazing joys of living on this planet. To cultivate soul fullness, it is necessary to mindfully appreciate these material indulgences. And the key is definitely mindfulness, not to engage in gluttony or excess, which are addictive patterns that deny the present moment.
That week I walked into Yoga, unrolled my mat in the same place I'd been unrolling my mat all summer, and there beside me on the wall was the same tapestry I had been weeping beneath all summer, a tapestry of an elephant with a small mouse at his feet -- Ganesh.
We will rise above our false sense of self and discover we are wiser and stronger. Our souls will be drenched in love and no longer ashamed of who and what we are. We will see the light in darkness and honor all the pieces of our self -- especially the shadows and we will find our boundless strength and exquisiteness.
Astrologer Kathy Kerston joined GVK this week to fill us in on what to pay attention to in the glorious month of October 2014.
We’ve got some serious support from our planets around seeing our true selves. There’s an amazing and beneficial full moon, and yet another Mercury Retrograde this month. But before you slump into your chair over the Mercury Retrograde, listen to our conversation to hear astrologer Kathy’s excellent spin on all that is coming up this month.
I had no idea that Kathy was going to support the GVK current theme of self-love when she sat down to record! It’s always such a joy when the Universe puts everything in alignment for me. And I’m filled with gratitude that the Universe fully supports our trek into this subject.
Both Megan and I have been shedding beliefs, fears, ideas and self sabotage to sit more deeply in self-love....
They'll bleed a blood to transform
this disease the women in my family
have been tortured with for far too long.
A blood to feed the mother,
a blood to heal the others,
and a blood to feel another.
The sacred space, the blood space.
The blood of light, the blood of dark,
the blood of yes, the blood of no,
the blood of lost, the blood of found.
The First Sign: You Are Falling in Love With Yourself.
There was a time when you were like a puppet on the strings of public opinion. You danced an endless dance tethered tightly to other people’s approval. You were all high kicks and smiles in the shining spotlight of adulation.
But the moment the lights went down, you bowed low.
There you were, curled up in the corner, head hung low, face clenched fighting back tears, fingers bent and broken from the effort to hold back the blows, the mostly self-inflicted deluge of hatred and self-blame.
In those days, you played a cruel game of comparisons scoring your worth against other people’s successes and failures, searching for your self-image in the eyes of every stranger on the street.
Yes, once upon a time, you did exactly what was expected of you… or at least you tried.
You tried your best to fit the mold, and...
As we invest in relationships with others, we should equally spend our time on things that we are passionate about. We should become aware when we allow something to dominate too much of our energy and time. One thing, one career, one situation does not an individual make.
And what is a job? When you step back and consider what constitutes a career, it’s ridiculous that we should go to school for 15+ years, enlist in some sort of arbitrary labour, all in order to supply ourselves with the necessary things to survive.
A sigh escapes me, drawing me deep into the terracotta earth beneath my feet. This place, so far from my life, has released time, recognized it for nothing more than a concept. No driving force or governing power is held by each sweeping tick, the incessant circumnavigation of the clock's unstoppable march.
How we react to this and other pressing social issues of our times is important; it tells us a lot about ourselves, and also defines how we will act, or not. I don't think I am going out on a limb here -- and if I am, that's fine -- by saying that most of us would feel all of the above, except anger. Anger is reserved for those who experience something uncomfortable or tragic directly -- like the unjust loss of a child to a random bullet.
Jose Raul is not just a security guard. He's a master gardener and a published poet. He is cultivating over 200 species of orchids growing there in a tiny greenhouse. Some microscopic, others medium-sized, a few large. There's one that only blooms once every six years. Jose Raul is a patient, detail-oriented man with an obvious passion and talent for all things orchid.
My experience and inner wisdom kept shouting at me, time after time, that the next snoozing episode would only deepen the wounding slumber, only worsen the scarring from lingering between dream, nightmare and awake, and yet, I thirstily pressed our button, knowing the damage I was doing us.
The teacher will see each one who enters as an innocent who is placing their life in the teacher's hands for guidance. This is a place of supreme trust, and a loving teacher will honor the one that comes to them.