A cool September wind blows through my yard as I open the door to let my dog out. I take a few gulps of this fresh morning air.
Thoughts are in heavy traffic the first few minutes of my meditation practice before they disperse, but not entirely.
The fall sun is spectacular. It is a Midas lighting everything it touches, the floor, the bamboo carpet, the orchids by the window, the slats, walls, pictures, and all.
Trees and plants are making an ocean sound.
Shadows dance on the lawn.
Where are the birds this morning?
Steven links emptiness to Leonard Cohen's song about love.
I love this sentence by Barbara Stoller Miller: "The aim of yoga is to eliminate the control that material nature exerts over the human spirit, to rediscover through introspective practice what the poet T.S. Eliot called the "still point of the turning world."
I carry this sentence in me as I begin my day.
I often feel that vinyasa yoga is poetry in motion!
ReplyDeleteI feel it is a dance.
ReplyDeleteI often feel that yoga is that inner peace my body and spirt is seeking
ReplyDeletewhen everything else around me is chaotic and confusing . It may not give me the answers right away but yoga takes me to a place where I can find some clarity in my life.