Lately, I’ve been recognizing my tendency to thrive in a state of passion, and get a little depressed when I’m confronted with the time for patience. Driven for my creative endeavors and deeply searching for love, I launch into projects with complete focus and high drive intensity, and then become depleted and sad when they are finished, subside, or seems stalled in some way. I’ve realized I need to develop a taste for the interludes where I might have less control or direct effect, but instead I can wait for the earth to respond to seeds I’ve planted. Sitting in the waiting room of your dreams, may seem passive. But if patience is a counter to falling into a state of disappointed drudgery, then it becomes the stealth secret force beneath the ocean tide that’s always moving all of us in the right direction.Read More
A few weeks ago, an old knee injury started acting up again. I was in a great deal of pain.
The only way I could avoid aggravating it was by not going anywhere (not an option), or walking really really slowly. Slower than a senior citizen living in Alabama on the hottest day of the year. Yeah, that slow.
You can imagine what an odd thing it was to slow down that much. As a New Yorker, I was careful to move out of the way of the typical Ferrari-paced person as they revved up behind me and needed to pass.Read More
One day when I was rock climbing, I found my way to a large ledge just a few yards from the top.
I tried to get over it or around it for several minutes. Finally, exhausted, I yelled down to my belay partner “Coming down!”
He said, “Nah, you’re almost there!”
“Yes,” I said, “but I can’t get past it, and I’m exhausted and just done.” I said this in complete satisfaction of the height I’d reached, it being the highest I’d reached yet. As a yogi, I lack a competitive nature. Well, actually, I was born that way—there’s not a competitive bone in my body, not even with myself.Read More
With yoga we have to always remember it’s a balancing swing. The release of attachment to results is the medicine to those held in the clutches of misery when they don’t get what they want. But we can’t hover at the front crest of the swing, any more then we can hover at the back end. Meaning, complacency is as much an obstacle to a free and happy life as anything. It’s the attachment to being unattached!
The difference between surviving and thriving is almost always in the perspective. It’s in what type of breath you are taking in. Are you gasping in short shallow breaths to serve only the purpose of the moment? Or, can you breathe in big, and ride the moments like a wave – whether tumbling inside it, gliding on it’s crest - always with a laugh just because you are in the ocean at all!?Read More
We all have expectations from life. We dream things, are conditioned to want things, and also work hard toward achieving the things we want. But “expectation” is just a little far over the edge. Expectation is like the over ripe tomato. It has lost it’s inspiration to potentiality be something delicious by stewing it it’s own sense of itself.
I can’t change the past, nor should I want to. But I am trying to grow through this fitful night of struggle. I’m pushing at the edges of my cocoon in order to bust out and make major breakthroughs in a particular area that I’ve struggled with for over a decade now.
Ahh love. Why does that word simultaneously conjure up our greatest joy and our greatest pain? Because love is synonymous with attachment.
Love is the most free thing that exists. If we sit right now, and go into deep meditation, we will find a reservoir of love, deeper than the deepest ocean. Sit quietly, try it now….
Anger only holds us prisoner in our own bodies. One might say "but anger has a purpose. It lets people know what they did is not ok." No. Communication has it's place, but communication can only be received if it is washed clean of all traces of anger. You do not offer someone berries and expect them to eat the viney thorny stem the berries grew on. Do not hold inside, or deliver any of your anger out into the world. Anger is one strange thing that we experience, and must be witnessed as a foreign object reduced in size and focus and ultimately released.
The world broke me and broke me open. There came this moment when all of my efforts of control and decisions were worthless. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could plan. No decision I could make. Lying in a clouded haze, disoriented and drained, I gave my life in this moment to only love. All at once, I gave up, gave in, and gave over. In a leap of full faith, I handed over control to that great sound wave that prevails in all of us. The One. The one pulse that moves us all. It is the most sacred holy thing that was once called God, but now has no name. I cannot explain it, but it is all of us. It is everything. Absorbed in love's ever burning purity. There is nothing I can do, but dissolve into you.
Last month's theme “Who’s driving this thing?” really got me thinking about our movements through life and the connecting moments from place to place, person to person, role to role. In my life I'm a friend, yoga teacher, daughter, business owner… I'm in Brooklyn, Manhattan, traveling to teach places like Thailand and Costa Rica, trying to create a second home in Colorado. All at once I'm in the past, present and future, I'm being here now, and laying seeds for being in places far away and in the future, as well as being in relationships with people some of whom I have not yet met, and some of whom don't even yet exist.
You're on a bus and it's jerky. Speeding up too fast, slamming on the breaks. You're holding on for dear life as you apologize for falling on the person next to you. You can't help but get mad at the driver, the faceless back of a head sitting several yards ahead of you causing tension all over your body. And then you remember to have compassion.... You think, maybe the driver had a hard day, or is behind schedule and doesn't want to get fired. You also remember how lucky you are to be going where ever it is your going. Suddenly your body releases and eases into the turns. Your feet get rooted and the pushes and pulls don't toss you around as much.
Now your driving your own car. It's a long distance to your destination. You start to wish you could stretch your legs, read a book, or take a nap and wake up at your destination. Control is good, but this road is tedious.
One of the notable things about temples, is that they are constantly attended to. The temple is cleaned every day by the people who are devoted to the space. In temples it's monks, at Jai it's the teachers and seva's (volunteers). Today lets give thanks to our great teachers and volunteers who make Jai a clean and special place for us to come and release our cares. In this clean space we can see clearly. In a cared for space, we feel cared for. These are all the qualities of a temple. A space for us to connect with our highest self.Read More
You’re facing downhill: gravity’s force begins to pull you, your boots tightly locked onto two thin rods that are meant to slide swiftly on cold snowy ground. The goal: to have fun, the challenge: controlled speed. The mission: to stay balanced while navigating the very forces you invited to your party. These forces provide the platform for your journey, and at the same time seem to try to throw you off your game at every turn. …The rule: Lean in....