Laughing Yoginis

Although we have different paths, we travel on the same road today. Its a joy to be your companion in this new beginning. The well of unrecognized potential is so deep within you. And fear is simply an illusion that you can pass through like a veil of mist as you travel this road. Breathe deep and step onto the path. Now is the time for your inner voice, your inner laugh, your inner joy and deep inner wisdom to shine through you. This is the profound teaching, to step aside and let wisdom speak. In this you are capable, but practice is necessary. Now it is time to practice.

"Let's invite your gall bladder to be friends with your liver again." And he meant it. I felt it deep inside that he meant it. And so we did. Me, my acupuncturist and my Chi. And my gall bladder is a friend of my liver.

At the advice of my gentle friend, I am seeing an acupuncturist. A new acupuncturist, speaking of beginnings. Now, I tend to think that since acupuncturists are trained in how the energy, or Chi moves through the body, that I can talk about my energy to them and relate how I experience my own energy. Yes, boy and girls, I am one wooo - wooo kind of gal sometimes. So anyway, back to the story, there we were. My acupuncturist, me and my Chi. I think I may have blown his mind. He looked at me quite seriously and said, "I have never heard anyone say anything like that before!" OK, so I just figured out there is a slight difference between knowing how the energy is supposed to move in the body and feeling it move in the body, which is perhaps not usually something that patients talk about. Ooops . Oh well. Not everyone is good friends with their Chi. As Menma says, "I guess its just me and my Chi......" *laughing*

Remember the meanings of homelessness. Remember the dimensions of homelessness. If you miss it, you have wandered away from it on the inside, but it is still there.

Yes, I've been thinking of you. And while you have been laying in the sun, baking to a fine golden hue, I've been thinking about death. And I've been thinking about the theme of death. In video games, and violent movies and even in the music we listen to. I've decided to contemplate the theory that for a select few, interaction with the concept of death in this manner is perhaps not so much about a kind of morbid fascination or callous play as much as it might be an attempt to understand death itself. And perhaps in understanding death being more capable to understand life. I guess there are many ways to think about it now I've begun to analyze it, but out flow these thoughts related to this one perspective..... For our contemplation its important to understand the possibility that our inner self at the deepest levels cannot distinguish between TV or video games and "real" events. Indeed, scientists have shown that the brain processes real time events and ...

Dearest Prague , I learned today that the first day of yoga training is the hardest. You're going to do great, just know that its the hardest because everyone has a story about how they aren't good enough, or how they are going to mess up -- or god forbid that they aren' t afraid at all because they think th eir perfect (rarest of all). I know you are not one of the proud ones, so when your story gets going about how you aren't good enough or how you're gonna mess up, just remember to breathe -- we your Yoga brothers and sisters in training have all been through that time and you are not alone. Breathe dear, and stay with it. You ARE the one dear, now BE the one. I can't wait till you get home and tell me all about it.

If you've been reading the blog lately, you'll notice I've been suffering from looking at myself. Most people spend their whole lives looking at themselves inside -- and they repackage and reexamine the things that they already know so they seem new and interesting . They cling to their identities and expectations and to the things that look and feel familiar. Even the things that seem new and exciting are usually familiar in certain ways. But they don't know that they are doing it. [And if that describes you, my reader, don't worry -- you can look away too, once you know how to do it. ] But really, looking at ourselves just causes us more suffering. Why? Because it generates a kind grasping clinging to things we can not possibly maintain. It causes us to feel separate and alone, and it causes us to fail to understand the plight of others, even the most wise of us. And so in order to stop our own suffering we must look away from ourselves, from the mental, philoso...