I just began reading the Fall, 2011 issue of my Integral Yoga Magazine. On the inside of the front cover was this wisdom from Sri Swami Satchidananda, (who took Mahasamadhi, the soul's conscious final exit from the body, in August, 2004), on spiritual practice. He said it so much better than I, but I thought it fit with my last blog post.
Spiritual practice is not what you are doing, but what you are thinking. Remember that. If you could understand the meaning of sadhana you would know how to do it. You don't have to change your activities and say, "this is sadhana but this is not." Everything becomes a spiritual practice. We should transform all our activities into this kind of sadhana. That means: "I am doing everything as a meditation, as an offering, as a prayer to serve God through this service to humanity."
And later on page 7, "...enjoy the practices....However hard, difficult or painful something is, you can still enjoy it. Think of people who climb Mt. Everest...they invest a lot of time, energy and effort. They risk their lives, yet they enjoy the challenge...."
So there it is. Enjoy and maybe be inspired.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
PRACTICE
I've been thinking a lot about "practice" the last few days.
Practice--I do something over and over (like yoga, like singing when I was younger) to get better at it.
Practice--I have a specific set of things I do daily, or nearly daily, that enhances my life.
Practice--I have a psychology and sandplay therapy practice--it's my work.
The first two definitions are what this blog is about today. Practicing means making a commitment and then showing up and, well, doing it--practicing. I can trust myself to discipline myself to show up and do my yoga routine, to meditate. This is even when I don't want to--I'm tired, busy, distracted, lazy--oh there are a zillion excuses aren't there?
If I faithfully show up, I develop a Practice in my life. This practice feeds my body and nourishes my soul. I feel calmer and more trusting of the universe in my life. It's there when much else is falling away. It can count on me and I can count on it.
So, practice!
Practice--I do something over and over (like yoga, like singing when I was younger) to get better at it.Practice--I have a specific set of things I do daily, or nearly daily, that enhances my life.
Practice--I have a psychology and sandplay therapy practice--it's my work.
The first two definitions are what this blog is about today. Practicing means making a commitment and then showing up and, well, doing it--practicing. I can trust myself to discipline myself to show up and do my yoga routine, to meditate. This is even when I don't want to--I'm tired, busy, distracted, lazy--oh there are a zillion excuses aren't there?
If I faithfully show up, I develop a Practice in my life. This practice feeds my body and nourishes my soul. I feel calmer and more trusting of the universe in my life. It's there when much else is falling away. It can count on me and I can count on it.
So, practice!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Belief and Struggle
I have been dealing with body stuff lately--pain and tests. Nothing serious, but difficult for me. I focus on it.
How do I go to that place of being in this precise moment and going deep within my body, where I could/might merge with Consciousness/Being?
I believe and I struggle.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Apple Butter
This year has brought several deaths of friends my age--something new for me for the most part.
Joe, my friend and sandplay therapy colleague and consultant's wife, Doris, died last Thursday night
Doris was a "salt-of-the-earth" type of person. She was close to the earth and thoughtful and no-nonsense. Doris had been busy making apple butter this fall, gifting it to her child's restaurant and to others. Apple butter is one of my favorite things, especially spread on top of toast with peanut butter--yummy! Joe had brought me a jar of her delicious apple butter at the first of this month. How lucky I am to have received one of her last jars of apple butter.
Here is a poem I wrote in honor of and memory of dear Doris.
Joe, my friend and sandplay therapy colleague and consultant's wife, Doris, died last Thursday night
Doris was a "salt-of-the-earth" type of person. She was close to the earth and thoughtful and no-nonsense. Doris had been busy making apple butter this fall, gifting it to her child's restaurant and to others. Apple butter is one of my favorite things, especially spread on top of toast with peanut butter--yummy! Joe had brought me a jar of her delicious apple butter at the first of this month. How lucky I am to have received one of her last jars of apple butter. Here is a poem I wrote in honor of and memory of dear Doris.
Apple Butter
Like apple butter, she was brown and earthy;
Like apple butter, she was sweet and tangy;
Like apple butter, she was smooth and deep;
Like apple butter, she went well with everything;
Like apple butter, she enhanced whatever she was near;
Like apple butter, she was a wonderful gift;
Like apple butter, she belonged to Nature and Spirit,
and it is there she returned, merging with Consciousness.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
JUMPING IN WITH MY WHOLE HEART
Well, I've done it!
Years ago I wrote an affirmation for myself that was, "I jump into my life with my whole heart." My normal pattern was to sign on to something, but then feel a drag or a holding back in myself--which truly was a drag! I was coming from fear and/or a less-than place.
In my blog, I last talked about participating in the Kumbha Mela pilgrimage in India in February 2013. I said I had many fears but had committed to going. Some of my fears have to do with money.
I was compromising, fussing, trying to decide when was the "safest" time to pay--did I dare? I was doing my usual "holding back."
Today I put the remainder of my balance for the trip into the mail! I jumped in with my whole heart. FYI, it's a big deal.
Years ago I wrote an affirmation for myself that was, "I jump into my life with my whole heart." My normal pattern was to sign on to something, but then feel a drag or a holding back in myself--which truly was a drag! I was coming from fear and/or a less-than place.
In my blog, I last talked about participating in the Kumbha Mela pilgrimage in India in February 2013. I said I had many fears but had committed to going. Some of my fears have to do with money.
I was compromising, fussing, trying to decide when was the "safest" time to pay--did I dare? I was doing my usual "holding back."
Today I put the remainder of my balance for the trip into the mail! I jumped in with my whole heart. FYI, it's a big deal.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Fears/The Now
I, along with others at Yoga North, am contemplating a trip to the Kumbha Mela pilgrimage in India in February, 2013. The more deeply I invest myself in yoga and yoga philosophy and practices, the more I want to explore and the more I have a yen to see India before I die. This would be a 3 week trip. If you go on the Himalayan Institute's website, you can learn about it and see amazing pictures. www.KM2013.com
Yet, unlike most I know, I have fears about going. The long flight and how it affects my body; keeping up with others because I go more slowly now that I'm older; adapting to the immense crowds and perhaps the heat; it costs a lot of money--blah, blah. These fears were holding me back--keeping me stuck on the fence (ouch!).
I was living in the future, not the moment. The moment is telling me to go and experience whatever the trip will offer me. Let it change and perhaps even transform me. Let me meet my edges and learn equanimity.
I have committed to going! Let my life unfold!
Yet, unlike most I know, I have fears about going. The long flight and how it affects my body; keeping up with others because I go more slowly now that I'm older; adapting to the immense crowds and perhaps the heat; it costs a lot of money--blah, blah. These fears were holding me back--keeping me stuck on the fence (ouch!).
I was living in the future, not the moment. The moment is telling me to go and experience whatever the trip will offer me. Let it change and perhaps even transform me. Let me meet my edges and learn equanimity.
I have committed to going! Let my life unfold!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Norway Travelogue
I haven't known how to write about our trip to Norway, so I'll just begin. Norway is an incredibly beautiful country (and I live in beautiful Duluth, MN), and it is an incredibly expensive country. We were gone 17 days--a long time for me, but it was a wonderful trip.
4 nights in Bergen, staying in the old part called Bryggen. Water, boats, old buildings, tourist stores, lots of sweaters (I bought 1 in Bryggen and a 2nd in another city. We visited the Grieg Museum, Norway's most famous composer. It was an incredibly charming place, located on a lake. Lots of wildflowers, trees, his Victorian-like house where he and his wife lived in the latter years. His tiny red composing cabin was perched next to the lake. Imagine looking out your window onto a lovely lake and then continuing your composing at your little piano. Idyllic.
From Bergen, we boarded our Hertigruten ship called MS Trollfjord, named after a huge fjord we saw on our 11 day fjord cruise. My first cruise of any kind, so I was taken with the tiny cabin, which was outfitted perfectly. We could both sleep in it, sit on the couch that folded out into a bed at night, and totally unpack all of our things and stow them in all the little cupboards and cubbies for them. Our deck was the Promenade deck, where we walked outside around the entire ship daily, exercising and snapping photos of the beautiful scenery. 3 huge meals daily. Each meal I slathered the good butter on the equally good bread. Dinner was sit down and served (no choices) and quite good. Out group of 6 sat at "our" table each night. Miraculously, I didn't gain weight.
We journeyed northward up the fjord coast, stopping at many towns and cities along the way, as the ship was a working ship, loading and unloading passengers and cargo at each stop. We would debark the ship and walk around the cities we stopped in, being SURE to make it back in time before the ship left port. We crossed the Arctic Circle, and I was the only one of our group of 6 to get the ice cubes down my back, poured by King Neptune, to celebrate the crossing.
We took advantage of being on the ship as it traveled and sat by a window and read and read (yes, and dozed some). So luxurious to have all that time. I had taken my Kindle loaded up with books to read on the trip.
The ship issued a kind of "charge card" with which we bought everything we purchased on the ship (wasn't that smart of them--almost like not spending money?) We bought bottles of wine (the cheapest was 330 kroner, which is about $60 US!) and could take them to our table and save them for the next night, a few snacks; I bought a souvenir Trollfjord baseball cap. I also bought "kleenex" as I developed a cold-type thing, although I didn't feel sick.
After leaving the Trollfjord, we spent 1 night in Trondheim and took the train the next day to Oslo, a 6 hour ride through incredibly gorgeous scenery of green lands, rushing streams, waterfalls, cattle, sheep, red, yellow, orange, and white houses, "mountains," tundra-type land for a time.
Our friends had a friend, Harald, in Oslo, who had been an AFS student at Denfeld High School in Duluth in 1955. Harald showed us around Oslo, although it was a rainy and foggy day, so our view of the famous Holmenkollen (sp?) ski jump was thwarted. He had us for supper, which his friend, Lill, had prepared while we were touring Oslo. When we arrived in Oslo, the children and grandchildren of one of the couples traveling with us, and who live in Germany, met us at the train! Each one came on and grabbed one of our bags, including 7y Meredith, and hauled them through the enormous station to our hotel. Sweet!
We found the Norwegian people we saw, especially the women, to be tall, fit, blond, and golden brown--gorgeous really. Lauren, my spouse, developed vertigo on the ship and the doctor we took him to in Kierkenes, was tall, athletic and Swedish. Lauren improved daily, thank heavens for that!
We flew home from Oslo. Both our flights were on Icelandic Air--no perks. I had had a wonderful time, and I was so happy to be home--almost euphoric for a week.
I found I don't sleep well at home or on a trip, but that I do well anyway. I also need alone time, and I had fun being with dear friends. I do love to eat. I loved reading. I love seeing nature, water, colorful villages, beautiful people, visiting with dear friends. Takk!
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