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Silence is....Strange. But then Good.

I just finished "silent breakfast" at Kripalu. At first, walking in, I thought..."well this is nice, this won't be hard at all." And then after sitting for a minute, it begins to dawn on you how SILENT it really is. Do you make eye contact if you can't say hello? Do you play with your silverware? Do you read? After looking around I realized I was the only one trying to distract myself with reading. Everyone else was just...being.

There was this little girl just staring at everyone in wonder. So many people in one room, not talking. It is affecting. Why is being silent so strange for us? What do we pay attention to if we're not distracting ourselves? Ourselves? Gasp!

There is a saying on Facebook lately...not sure where it came from but it goes like this...

Stop the Glorification of Being Busy.

It Is What It Is.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
This is my favorite stanza from the conversation between the Walrus and the Carpenter in the poem by the same name written by Lewis Carroll. I think it's because it has nothing to do with eating the poor baby oysters. Although, truth be told, I enjoy eating some baby oysters myself sometimes. 

I simply LOVE Lewis Carroll. He's one of my absolute favorites. Alice in Wonderland is one of my all time favorite books and I have it in a collector's edition that I adore. 

I include the section of the poem below as a commentary on us human beings who never seem to be satisfied. Life is beautiful in it's simplicity. Accepting what such a major joy in life when one masters it. I have become so much better at accepting what is, however, I am no master. Today I got irritat…

Get Free.

Before I was gathering inside of the silence  Inside of me now lies a raging thundercloud, threatening to burst.  Threatening the excitement of a new earth.  Lighting me up with kisses and killing me with the same.
What is it meant for, this transformation of fears and joys and  I don’t know what it is with me these days? I’m not sure but undoubtedly I am meant to feel the weight of this Sit with it in the grass in the park and then boom….it will happen. 
Maybe I’ll just take my stream and marry it to the ocean,  Losing myself for the bigger picture. So frightening but so beautiful to be in it.  To be willing to throw your dice up into the wind  Watching them scatter like leaves among the sunshine.
At any moment, electricity may very well shoot out of my fingertips.  How embarrassing when that happens in public.  But one has to let it go, watch it pop like kernels of popcorn Like fireworks, like a grape ripe for wine making, like a match in the dark.
Tell, me how do you get free?

Flying Free.

I remember being in 5th grade and watching the kids skip a bar or two while swinging on the monkey bars. It seemed so daring, such a feat of bravery. I watched them while they so easily allowed their hand to slip off of one bar flying for the moment, only a moment, but so free in the air until the next landing of hand on bar. I imagine now the feeling of wind against your cheek, the sun partly warming, partly blinding you from above, the cool of the bar against your skin. That feeling of freedom.
That is yoga for me. That feeling of freedom. That moment where you are completely free, nothing holding you, as if in flight, except that now you are flying inward. The stillness, the mat, your body and breath all coming together to be one in that moment. A drop of sweat falls down and you notice, as if you have never seen a drop of sweat before. It is exhilarating, this drop of sweat, this tiny miracle of a liquid lying beneath you. 
What toxins has it rid your body of for you? What else may …

Robert Sturman Photos.

Oh, look what i found. The highlights of Denys and Isak from the movie Out of Africa. Sigh. Just in case you don't have time to watch the whole get the gist.

Let Your Light Shine.

I read a quote the other day that said something like..."God punishes us mildly by not answering our prayers and severely by answering them." It reminded me of the movie Out of Africa, when Meryl Streep's character, Isak Dinesen says, "When God wants to punish us, he answers our prayers." I don't wholeheartedly agree with this. How does this sit with you?

Isak says this morose statement when her love interest decides that he will finally keep some of his "things" at her house, thereby, in her mind making the commitment to her that she's been waiting for. This decision, along with a million other tiny little ones will lead to her broken heart when her lover cannot be tamed the way she wants him to be and ultimately by his death in the end when she says at his graveside, "he was not ours, he was not mine." What she means by this and has finally realized, in my opinion, is that we can never own another human being with our love and shoul…

Memories and Momentum.

I'm listening to a man play piano tonight in a hotel lobby. It is so soulful that it makes me want to to get up and move. Walk, run, do something.

It is November and it is coming to the close of another year. It is appropriate that this unknown man started off by playing the song Memories. As we finish up 2012, many of us will look back on the year behind us and measure it with where we would have liked to have been.

But what of tomorrow? Looking forward, where do we want to go?

Far far away.

I can feel the earth breathing beneath my feet
her heartbeat coming out from my mouth
the cool air lays upon my skin
sinking in, releasing doubts

The joy that lives above the treeline
the color saturates the line of time
After all that is said and done
Your heartbeat fills my soul and mind

And so it is And so it was
And so it will always be
Until a time I cannot see
Far far away from here

Power to the People.

Good morning world!

I woke up today to a post from my friend on my Facebook account. It was a quote from Glinda, the good witch of the North, "You had the power all along, my dear," which was absolutely perfect for a bunch of reasons but one is because anyone who knows me well, knows that The Wizard of Oz is one of my all time favorite movies.

My top 5 movies of all time...

1. The Wizard of Oz  2. Out of Africa  3. Moulin Rouge  4. Romeo and Juliet  5. Eat, Pray, Love

Just a side note.

Anyway, back to the story... I awoke to that post and also to a feeling of being okay with not having it all figured out anymore. Isn't it funny how this happens in life? We think we've got it all figured out and then...we don't. Actually, the funny thing is how we ever believed we'd had it all figured out in the first place.

What a silly concept. We are not God. We are perfectly imperfect human beings. So we can never have it all figured out 100%. We can know who we love, what we lo…

Searching for the Sunrise.

Took a drive Searching for the sunrise All of my dreams Happening in the dark

Leap Away.

Day Five since I fell running (and leaping) in the woods. I'm just starting to feel a bit better today and I think I've concluded that I should keep my feet firmly on the ground. Until next time. 

Seriously, I know that I'm clumsy and I know that I will probably fall again but when I get the urge to leap....most of the time, I do it. I'm a girl of the heart, of the emotions with a good amount of sense that was hammered into me throughout my youth by my father. Thank God he was a strong willed man because I am definitely a strong willed girl. 

Fear is healthy for us, it makes us question if what we are doing is right for us, is right right now, etc... But when something larger than your sense of fear pushes you forward, you should at least give it a good listen. "Do one thing every day that scares you."~ Eleanor Roosevelt said. Great quote, but how many of us can actually say we do this everyday? It's almost impossible in a normal life. I wonder if Eleanor R…

yoga, photography, art in the woods of Connecticut.

Sunday I was recovering from an awful sickness and by Tuesday afternoon, I was in Connecticut with my lovely friend Angela taking yoga photos with Robert Sturman. I've been a big fan of his photography for about a year now so when I found out he had an opening...nothing was going to stop me, not illness or the 7 hour drive. I can't wait to see his photos... 

These are Angela's "behind the scenes" shots. She is a wonderful photographer in her own right. Check out her creative self at Truly, Madly, Deeply.

My Friend.

Moths in my chest flutter then stop
Their sweet, sticky tongues flickering long out to chomp on the carcass that throbs there unsteady 
Removing it would be of no consequence for it's already in shreds, useless yet the dull ache of it lets one know  that the rest of the body lives on 
Days of staring, holding devices That are meant to connect But I'm only divided... Where are you my friend
Did you brush my hair Did we look at the stars Yet even then I was looking on us As beloved memories from afar
Full with missing and heavy with desire.

Bows and Arrows.

So, just flexing my poetic muscles. I've written this one a bit ago...but decided to share it now. Please enjoy.

Bows and Arrows.

Go ahead, darling, show your ponies
I know that your dark horse will canter I may draw the curtains close  but I will certainly be waiting 
I will put the earl grey on lace it with some honey Boy, won't we have some fun With you sitting at my pantry
You will play the duchess  And I will play the king Although all of my powers are Stolen by the neighboring kingdom
Regardless, you wanted to soothe me Then led me out to the firing range But the targets got disheveled And you marched on to bows and arrows
Isn't it all just darling What could possibly be wrong  When there are picnic blankets strewn about And the hummingbirds sweet song?

Sweet Savannah.

Obviously, I have a thing for Savannah.

For whatever reason, it is one of the places that has sat romantically in my mind for a long time without ever having been there until this past summer. And now, I know why.

The people are lovely. They are local born and raised mixed with a fair amount of transplants that fell in love with it just like I did and they all mesh together so smilingly. So many people smile in this city and want to talk to you and share why they love Savannah.

There is so much culture and history. You don't have to know it, because you can simply feel it. But if you would like to know it, there are so many tours to help you with that.

There is so much good food. Are you kidding me? Southern Cuisine at it's finest. Paula Deen has a restaurant here, in case that point was up for debate. I didn't get to go there but I did visit some fine BBQ establishments and a beautiful rooftop restaurant on top of The Bohemian hotel. And, of course, as everyone who goes to Sa…