Looking for the path, we are lost in the tall grasses.
The new day begins and we start again.
I remember listening to a writer that I liked, he said that every day he gets up he has to remember how to write.
Each day I wake too. The thoughts want to come in and I have to make a conscious effort to remember who I am. The thoughts, they are only the surface, going here and there. They are affecting, though, and can change the shape of everything. But they are not the stream, only what is floating. So I remember the stream, and I pad down to my little room where I sit each morning, set the chiming bells. I begin again, stopping my natural mind from its jumping and ruminating. I dive down in, if I can, and offer this small self, to the greater presence.
This is practice, nothing successful or special about it except that I do it. Over time, it has come to feel like the grass roots of everything else where I find myself being recalibrated. But this is not just a smooth, calm path, no… I will encounter everything that I am along this path: doubt, fear, anger, and sometimes love.
A yoga practice might be something you like. Coming and learning might give a freedom that is needed. It may be yoga or it may be something else… but let there be this root, taking hold. Of course yoga clears the way, opens us, steadies our mind, clears the aimless thinking that goes on, embodies us, keeps us real. We are of the earth, we flourish and we fade. Our body is our temple in life.
We all receive so much stuff about what will help our lives. My mailbox is always full of some yoga philosophy or another selling something. We hope that some one, a teacher, a philosophy will show us. It is only when we grab hold, find traction that we really begin. Then the light being shone is useful.
I have come to know that I need just a few things, I don’t want to know more about a lot of things, though I used too. This practice I do says, “Clear away, give me time, wake up! The ego is a demon, watch how needy she is. Open your hands, relinquish!”
A spiritual practice espouses that we ‘should’ want less, but let’s use the word ‘desire’… a desire for a life that has meaning.
Then what? Well it’s practice, getting muscles in ourselves, muscles for living.
This is where we choose. The stream that we desire will decide the day, the company we keep, the activities, what we read, eat. Practicing then, grabbing hold, deciding, does sensitize us to the never-ending flotsam in our minds. We must start again, without comment, to wake up.
Friday: 5.00 – 7.00 PM Pranayama
Saturday: 9.30 AM – 12.00 noon Asana Class
Saturday: 1.30 – 3.30 PM Asana Class
Sunday: 10.00 AM – 1.00 PM Asana Class
*Please Note these classes will not run during the intensive:
Friday: 6.00 PM Restorative class
Saturday: 9.45 AM L1 and
Saturday: 11.00 AM L2
Sunday: 8.00 AM Beginners Course
This class’s start time will change:
Sunday: L2 class will start earlier at 8.00 AM.
February 2, 3 & 4
March 16, 17 & 18
September 21, 22 & 23
November 2, 3 & 4