Hanging in there. Whoa, my life seems bogged down. The computer snafu has definitely added to the challenge, but I got a loaner yesterday, and I'm baaaack!
But it's really not the computer thing. it's just being a householder, I think. Used to be that yogi's were ascetics and/or older folks - you know, the time for focus on spirtitual development comes after raising the family. In my case, I've been a mom for over 26 years, and still have a 13 year old at home. This has, of course, been a huge blessing, as I haven't had much time to get lazy :) Yet, consistent meditation (in full lotus) is not (yet) available. That's why I apprecite tantra yoga. It's the yoga of everything. Taking a deep centering breath as I load groceries in the car, or listen to my son telling me that I am contributing to his discontent, or dancing through a brave (IMHO) attempt to teach -ar verb conjugtion to 12 year olds, or getting the dog out for his poop walk, make it to yoga class on time, and home again to fix dinner.
The yoga is in all of that. Thank God and Goddess, because that's where I am.
The past two mornings my meditation and celebration has been walking outside barefoot to get the paper at little after 6:00 a.m. It's still dark, and whisper quiet. And sparkling like two jewels are Venus in the east, ans Mars in the west. I swear I have felt so "held" in their presence. Balanced somehow by the geometry of their predawn gaze. Today, they were perfectly trine, with 120 degrees between them - one third of a perfect circle - at 7 degrees Scorpio (Mars)/Cancer (Venus) - at 3:14 p.m. During yoga class tonight, I smiled as we moved through a physically challenging (Mars) asana practice, while the theme was beauty (Venus).
As above so below.
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