Child's Pose | Thank you
Yoga is moving meditation. Feel your body melt on the ground. Feel your muscles, your bones dissolving into the ground. Be thankful for this time. The gratitude you feel spreads from your heart to your entire being, and radiates towards everyone around you.
Mercedes, Yoga instructor and, apparently, Rockstar in a band- I attended her class for the first time today.
I went to yoga today to plug out: I have been spending too many hours tethered to my computer and needed a retreat. The gym worked for that today, but I am hoping to spend some times, soon, away from technology in places like Yosemite, Sequoia National Park and, perhaps, Napa Valley. It is apparent that I failed at the NaBloPoMo self-challenge, missed too many days -like this weekend- and yet realize that blogging everyday is not my style, and have come to accept the fact that pauses result in epiphanies which can push inspiration forward. Nevertheless I do like to post aoften to show up to my day, art, intellect, just as I would like to make a habit of yoga to practice the mindfulness of the body. The solitude after yoga practice makes me realize many things, for example how infinitely precious moments with loved ones are, moments we take for granted. As I walked home tonight, looking at the night sky I thought about Pablo Neruda, and his lines :
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars;
my heart broke loose on the open sky.
From ‘Poetry’
How the sky would be with no stars, because that is how life is without the love of the people we care about….
So i frightened myself, and I can hear my friend Lamees that ‘frightening’ ourselves is good, for it wakes us up. Awake means aware. I resolve every day, like most of us, I’m sure, to be a better person, yet fail and sometimes lose myself in petty feelings. A friend of mine told me that he heard from a wise, humble man to ‘just do one thing better today than you did yesterday’. So today I went to Yoga, my way to tune in, because I am not there yet as far as daily meditation. Tuning in means more sun, but, sometimes, more rain.
I chanced upon a quote I like very much (I am kind of ashamed to say where I got it)
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
I hear the music, do you?
wonderful thoughts miti – yoga as the unfolding poetry of mind , body and spirit………….. a growing consciousness of self within and an infinite cosmos that radiates outwards…..
an ancient sage once said – if we only use our five senses meaningfully – people believe we have sixth sense
hey miti….another neruda fav
Cat’s Dream
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings–
a series of burnt circles–
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.
Translated by Alastair Reid
Submitted by Jen
Pablo Neruda