Monthly Archives: November 2012
I am sitting looking at the bare branches of my service berry tree directly outside my dining room window.
I recall a few weeks ago when I watched as the then orange leaves clung to the branch; I clung with them, not wanting to see them go. It felt too soon to me, and there was a heaviness in my chest at the idea of things being stripped bare again.
This past week, I witnessed another type of letting go as I supported a dear friend who’s father passed away. It was a great privilege for me to hold the space for both my friend and her sister, as they began to move through the unique right of passage of losing a parent. They were strong and vulnerable; appreciating the complex relationship they had with their father and honouring what he’d contributed to their lives.
As I hosted these women, I found myself wondering what it was that I was holding onto, that needed to go and also how I could fully honour what was given.
These questions made me think of the seasonal attunement which Scott speaks about in Restorative yoga classes and trainings; the idea that there is something which needs to be brought to my awareness, or that I need to be more responsive to, which is intrinsically linked to nature and our current season.
The fall is a time where the emotional spectrum moves from grief to courage and the way through that, the paramita, is vigor. For me, this idea of vigor, or the energy that I need to apply to my life, is not simply about being energetic in the world in the form of more “doing,” but is particularly related to how I am “being” in the world. It is a process of stripping away outdated ideas and allowing the associated emotions.
Like the service berry tree, if I consider myself as going back to my bark, letting the energy move toward the ground, then I’ll need to in turn release ideas and feelings which may no longer serve me.
How can I allow space and time for emotions that may want to cling on like that last leaf?
Can I be vigorous in my awareness around what needs to be attended to or expressed, in order for that energy to move through me?
Can I use my breath and my physical practices to help facilitate the process?
As the afternoon sun hits the branches of the tree, it occurs to me that I’m grateful for this new bare bark perspective; there are things which I can see more clearly without the leaves—the birds, the sky and the possibility held in the now dormant buds.
Written by Pam Johnson
“It was the greatest leap ever taken. The speed of Hanuman‘s jump pulled blossoms and flowers into the air after him and they fell like little stars on the waving treetops. The animals on the beach had never seen such a thing; they cheered Hanuman, then the air burned from his passage and red clouds flamed over the sky…”
~ Ramayana, retold by William Buck
“During a horrific battle in Southern India, Rama’s brother, Laksmana, is gravely wounded. His only chance for survival is to be treated with a very specific and rare herb that is found at the top of the Himalayas. Rama is distraught and has little hope that someone could make it to the Himalayas, find the herb and return back in time to save Laksmana. This impossible task falls upon Hanuman; son of the wind, powerful and intelligent monkey god, emblematic of devotion.
Taking a mighty “leap of faith” across the ocean from the south of India to the Himalayas, Hanuman finds himself unsure of the exact location of the herb. He is innately guided to get “bigger around the situation” rather than “getting lost in finding the exact herb” and picks up the entire mountain range and carries it over his head while he leaps back to the battlefield. The healing herb is quickly located by experts and Laksmana is saved. Later in the Ramayana, Hanuman makes another great leap from India to Sri Lanka to reunite Rama and his beloved Sita.”
~ Courtesy of www.yogasphere.net
goes the clock;
dances to the beat,
in my chest
i close my eyes
so that the rhythm of my heart
can plunge down,
into the soles of my feet;
i reach my arms up to the sky,
and my heart beat,
each drop of blood,
flows to the tip of each finger
this is being alive.
i swan dive forward,
over the fold of my hips,
so that for a moment,
(just a moment)
i feel that i am soaring through the air
like a water fall,
cascades over my legs (the mountain)
my hips (the cliff)
my fingers touch the earth,
and i know
that i am made of
earth salt love wind fire
the moon, the sun, the sky, the stars.
i am each in-breath,
in your heart
Written by Bryonie Wise
“You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, and the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, breath of the fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and the colours fill your mind until there is nothing left to do but explode.”
~ Jac Vanek