After all the haze and horror of the 80s, the 90s was a time of hope, even among the rubble. Music, art, creativity, yoga and spirituality merged and emerged from the grayness and dust of the city, of the darkest places. It was like swimming, like falling, in a deep pool of inspiration, so many ageless children diving down and willingly sharing, exchanging, the pearls we'd found at the murky bottom.
Breathe consciously and rhythmically; inhale to the count of three, exhale to the count of three. This will synchronize your brain waves and your heart rhythm.
Move calmly. Best is to regularly practice yoga postures or asanas which gently move the body, stretch the muscles and turn the mind inward to more awareness. Asanas performed consciously in the right sequence—with proper holding, concentration, breathing and relaxation—release blockages of energy and recharge you with new vitality.
Resist spending too much effort, no matter what you are doing. Effort needs to be balanced with relaxation.
Take time alone to find yourself. Constantly being in a network of relationships is very draining.
I was afraid of the ghosts in the house, but I managed to train one of them. I told my parents the house was haunted, and proved it by telling Morris, the ghost I trained, to open and close the door, which he did. My parents told me I should stay even though the place was haunted. I said, "These ghosts are yours, not mine." I had to leave.
Spring is blowing in fresh air here in the mountains. And with it, new thoughts, new feelings, new hopes. Playing the Fool (see April's challenge) has been difficult, but somewhere in this last month, there's been a shift. I'm not exactly sure when I became so serious - it crept up on me - I have had to shake the seriousness off my back.
I know I like to put my tongue on smooth stones, taste their chalkiness and feel the moisture being sucked from my tongue.
I know that I say I want to be near the beach but I keep staying in the high desert because I like to choose when I am around lots of people.
I am grateful the weather has been gorgeous this week! More beautiful days of cycling around town. I admit I am a little nervous about cycling in the winter, but, as I love cycling AND it's my only mode of transportation, winter on bicycle is an adventure to be had!!
I love riding my bike on a breezy day. I love having time off of wrk. I love blue skies and sunshine. I love thta it’s finally going to get warm here (i think). I love discovering new things all the time. I love kisses and hugs. I love open communication. I love unconditional love. ...