Pratyabijna
Seeking Illumination In the depths, I catch mySelf In the mystery Of reflection. I invite you to ponder, dear yogins, why I have titled this “pratyabijna” and not “vimarsa.” Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Practice, contemplation, and insights
Seeking Illumination In the depths, I catch mySelf In the mystery Of reflection. I invite you to ponder, dear yogins, why I have titled this “pratyabijna” and not “vimarsa.” Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Last month, Sianna Sherman taught a weekend workshop at Willow Street Yoga. At the beginning of one of the segments of the workshop, she talked about the story of the monkey god Hanuman and his leap to Lanka (he did this to rescue Sita, who had been abducted by her own demons. Sita sent Hanuman…
The grapes are starting to bunch, and for the first time, the kiwi is covered with buds. Two of the tomato plants have their first flowers. Snow peas are climbing up the trellises. Carrots, spring onions, radishes, and beans are sprouting. There are plenty of cool weather greens and herbs for eating already. The red…
Honor your ancestors–both of blood and of teaching lineage (parampara). Yes, it is a critical element of the yoga practice, regardless of whether one practices in the guru tradition (I do not–more on that in coming weeks, I think). Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
How to think of this as an exhortation is a grammatical puzzle. Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
At the Rubin Museum (which graciously does not forbid photos). I regard that as a desire to have visitors expand the invitation. It is one of my favorite places to go in N), especially when I only have a few hours before heading back home. Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Dear Friends , Greetings to all in this strange, but glorious Spring. As I sit down to write, I cannot help but recall that in my new year’s letter, I wrote of the practice in some Indian temples of cracking open a coconut to symbolically break open the head to get out of old living…
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