Singing for Autumn.

As fall starts to gently creep in here in Ohio...hot days, cold days, hot days, cold days... and I begin to see the top of the ocean that I have created for myself from the view of about 100 feet under, I also start to wonder what will be up there at the top? 

Yoga Therapy 500 hour teacher training is done at the end of October (hooray!!) and as I described to the group in Asheville during one of our circle times together, I feel as if I'm making a soup but I just can't be sure of the flavor. What will come of this time that I've spent learning and growing? 

I know that I have gained some amazing knowledge. I know that I have met some amazing people. I have sat in meditation and done a lot of work in yoga and personally. I feel stronger in myself and more at ease with myself than ever before. That does not mean, however, that I know what comes next. I most certainly do not. I love, love, love what I do. Teaching and practicing yoga both feel very authentic and sit well with me. Power yoga is still my love and we will see what becomes of the Therapeutic Yoga in the months to come.

As busy as I have been over the last 6-9 months, I have realized the need for being in the moment so much more. And so as I look up, I remember to look down and see what is at eye level. Right now, that is a desk with piles and piles of papers. The reference to drowning being quite literal. I am so ready for October 20th to be here and to have this part of the journey behind me. While I am eternally grateful, I also need a bit of a rest. Autumn is perfect timing.


Song for Autumn~

In the deep fall
    don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
    the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
    freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
    warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
    inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
    the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
    vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
    its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
    the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

~ Mary Oliver

The Power of Words, the Study of Water.

I found this study mentioned about three months ago where water is prayed upon and the energy of the words spoken is seen in the way that the water molecules group together and display themselves. I quickly searched for it online and found this photo.

I don't have any evidence, and haven't had time to really research it myself but Deva Premal just mentioned it in something that I was listening to the other day and I thought, I really wanted to put this out there and you can make what you want of it. The thought continues that our bodies are made up of 75% of water and therefore...words are indeed very powerful.

Om Shanti ~

Be Inspired, Inspire.

I've been going through my posts from the last year and a half that I never posted and cleaning house. Deciding what should be cleared out of the drafts forever and what should have life. It feels good to be getting lighter. To be here now, be present for what is happening. Life is not about always being perfect, it's about being present. Showing up in this moment with as much grace as you can.

Life is so big and so precious and so small and miraculous within all of those little moments. I watched a video today that was so inspiring about a man and the difference that he makes in his daily life. It made me realize all over again how much we can do just being present in the life that is given to us. Given to us! There need be no searching. It all comes to you, be there for it. You are a miracle. The whole world is being created by you right now. Create something beautiful, but create something real. 

Watch the video here. Let me warn you as I did when I posted this on Facebook earlier today... your heart may be blown open and your eyes will leak.

Mount Batur, Bali 2012

Hello? Are you seeing the lights, the dark, the sunrise and the cloud separating it all at eye level? Amazing.

The fun continues...

What a moment, watching the sunrise in Bali from a mountaintop.

Aaron, our guide.

Warrior.

Mountain Dancer.

Yoga girls doing what they do.

Mountain puppy.

Itchy butt. 

Yep. I was climbing that.

Love this action shot.

My friends, Oliver and Yukari.

Aaron, Ollie and Lowell.

Ollie and Aaron.

My friends, Lowell and Yukari.

Me, Ollie and Lowell feeling exhausted but in awe of the beauty of that mountain.

Just chillin, mountainside.

It was also Balinese Independence Day and they were celebrating everywhere. Even at the top of mountains.

He loves his job.

I believe this was after a not so graceful fall down the mountainside. I'm glad my camera didn't break!!

Me and Aaron, our guide to the top of the mountain! 

Lowell, pointing to Mount Batur...after the descent. What a good feeling!

A Balinese Chicken at the bottom of the mountain and, if you look close, her babies.