I am as far as one can get from being an urban yoga practitioner. My husband and I choose to live a life of voluntary simplicity in a semi remote location. We waste not and want not. As we chose to drop out of the consumer driven society and are unimpressed with the unrelenting advertising that assails and assaults us when traveling to the city, we are uncomfortable when evidence of misguided yoga connected marketing success shows up on our shore. Continue reading “Life Lessons: Aparigraha (non-grasping)”
Yesterday, we were the beneficiaries of a random act of kindness. After a long day of renovating and painting, while still running our business, we cleaned up and collapsed on our deck to discuss our plans for supper. I haven’t been feeling well lately and we had just agreed we were both too tired to get into cooking, when we heard a car winding down our long driveway. We both groaned. We were hot, tired and not desirous of company, but we had forgotten to close the gate. Continue reading “A Basket of Kindness”
On this our fourth day of sunshine in a row this was my meditation. To my mother I sent a sunshine yellow rose of love from my heart center.
“Kindly imagine a flower inside your heart. Suppose you prefer a rose. Imagine that the rose is not fully blossomed; it is still a bud. After you have meditated for two or three minutes, please try to imagine that petal by petal the flower is blossoming. See and feel the flower blossoming petal by petal inside your heart. Then, after five minutes, try to feel that there is no heart at all; there is only a flower inside you called ‘heart’. You do not have a heart, but only a flower. The flower has become your heart or your heart has become a flower.”