As I finish up my certification for the Restorative Partner Yoga from Bodhi Yoga, the world seems to be in complete disarray! Every week there seems to be a new tragedy a new crisis and it feels so heavy. I always hope that through the breaking, there will be space for the positive. With the Pandemic I hope for new ways of running the world, new power structures, new ways of taking care of people, new eyes to see that the old way wasn't really working. With the current protests against police brutality it is the same hope -- new power structures, new ways of taking care of our neighbors, new ways to see that there was so so so much unfairness and violence and it was not ever working for everyone in this country -- basically built for upper middle class white men. Which, I guess, makes sense, since those are the people who founded our country, but! They also claimed to be thinkers and to be Christian, so one would hope that the idea of treating other people who weren't exactly like them with dignity and respect was part of that original equation. Every great religion and philosophy espouses the idea that one should treat others the way that one would like to be treated! It is so basic, it is capital T TRUTH. But basic isn't always simple, apparently. I won't ever understand what it is like to be a black person in this country, but I will do my best to educate myself and my children, and stand in solidarity with my brothers and sisters.
I hope that by studying the partner yoga and all of the lovely side paths that go along with it, that I can add to the peace, love, and understanding on this beautiful Earth.
Namaste
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Spring Flower Garland
Finished this really cute flower garland from Attic 24! I love it so much. Doing all of the leaves got a wee bit tedious, but really it was a fun little project!
Friday, May 1, 2020
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Tiny Poem Tuesday: Shelter In Place
Tiny Poem Tuesday:
corona virus edition
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shelter
neighborhood swaddled by
morning fog keep in those
fingers and toes! faces, routines
dizzy uncertain squirrels balance on
branch ends freshly budded weak spring sunlight warms
quiet streets a tele piano lesson
in place
MFS 3.2020
shelter
neighborhood swaddled by
morning fog keep in those
fingers and toes! faces, routines
dizzy uncertain squirrels balance on
branch ends freshly budded weak spring sunlight warms
quiet streets a tele piano lesson
in place
MFS 3.2020
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Happy Birthday to Chiyaruzu
Happy Birthday to my life loving son Charles! Whose only birthday request was for me to write him a poem
what better way to be
in your body than to feel
oozy mud murking
'tween fingers and toes,
than to wildly descend
careening hills without
considering the journey's end;
what better way to see
than to delight in dappled rainbows
stirring otherwise dormant halls.
I watch this boy, not boy,
solid citizen of the concrete
and corporeal
appreciate every morsel,
sliding open each new day
with a whoop of "ni wa!"*
what better way to dream
than to drift face up
in the Mediterranean Sea,
gentle wave nudging,
lost in the finding;
what better way to remember
than to relish only the
long worthwhile "whee!"
*2 year old American boy version of konnichiwa
what better way to be
in your body than to feel
oozy mud murking
'tween fingers and toes,
than to wildly descend
careening hills without
considering the journey's end;
what better way to see
than to delight in dappled rainbows
stirring otherwise dormant halls.
I watch this boy, not boy,
solid citizen of the concrete
and corporeal
appreciate every morsel,
sliding open each new day
with a whoop of "ni wa!"*
what better way to dream
than to drift face up
in the Mediterranean Sea,
gentle wave nudging,
lost in the finding;
what better way to remember
than to relish only the
long worthwhile "whee!"
*2 year old American boy version of konnichiwa
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