Tuesday, July 2, 2019
morning had broken..
it was 4:30 am and i am
walking the tightrope yellow line
down the middle of bayview edison road..
it will be a bright day..
warm and windy as usual..
halfway to the slough trail,
i catch a fawn doing ice rink leaps
above the grass at the trailer park..
she/he stops as she catches wind of me..
i stop too
we gaze at the gazer in one another..
my fortune from the day before said:
your tenderness is your greatest strength
the medicine cards claim the deer as gentleness -
whoa! lo! a second prancing dancer skids
in behind her /his sibling and their 4 eyes
hold my 2 eyes in a most gentle stare down..
then mama comes along and the spell is broken..
we are all on the move again..
the lone duck who i've been keeping my eye on
is still alone this morning and appears to enjoy the solitude
his mate has left him with..
what do i know..?
except that i appear to enjoy the solitude
my mates have left me with !
birds and beasts and jewelled insect free
know me full well; one brotherhood are we.
~ james thomson
my legs had lost their "start up" pain
and it was a joy of joys to be moving along the path
with the pace of..dare i say.. a dancing fawn..
as i closed in on the finish line up the road
to the wee abode, walking backwards as is my usual stride
to get the full spectrum of calf and gluts and whatever toots -
i see the winged one..
the fledging is huge..immense in wing span ..
the aura is at once powerful and tentative..
i am witness to the first flight ..
the eaglet youth circles exactly above my head
and turns back to the nest..
the nest that i have watched
ecstatic and in full wonderment
i am so excited i spin and yelp -
arriving at complete standstill
.. in awe and admiration..
what must it take to move off the edge of the nest
into the thin bright air of emptiness and clear light?
what must it feel like to open the tightly folded wings
that had held one a' capture to sticks and twigs?
what must it be to fly, fly away from the known
to the unknown?
everything harmonizes with me
which is harmonious to thee, o universe.
nothing for me is too late nor too early
which is in due time for thee.
everything is fruit to me
which thy seasons bring, o nature.
in thee are all things, from thee are all things,
to thee all things return.
~ marcus aurelius
if all this was not enough to set my own wings flying..
i ended up on a whale watching boat that afternoon
with three lovelies and a band of scamps looking for
cetaceans in the salish sea..
we found them..
the great sea pandas in number,
coming in for a plunder -
right before our very eyes,
the blessed porpoise was late lunch for the orcas..
leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow
rolling and romping with great glee
robustly, lushly, huskily licking their lips..
do whales have lips?
become the one that when you walk in,
luck shifts to the one who needs it.
if you have not been fed, be bread.
as one animal to another, it was a day to remember...
nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Sunday, June 9, 2019
give me a land of boughs in leaf,
a land of trees that stand;
where trees are fallen there is grief;
i love no leafless land.
- a.e. housman
i was given a book for my birthday ~
conversations with trees
she recalled her first experience..
her first conversation with a tree..
do you talk with trees?
i speak with most anything..everything..
the prius - mila rubie -
a stuffed elephant - babar -
trees - o yes..
ants, spiders, dogs and cats, of course!
tea kettles, yoga mats, bicycles - spike & shantidevi -
shoes, dollars, frying pans, ghee, hats, zippers, screen doors..
hummingbirds - well, any of winged the ones..angels!
unwieldy garbage bins, bells, cookies, each bone in the body,
pancreas, kidneys..every organ..the sun, moon, stars..
all bodies of water, pens, papers & pencils..books..clocks,
the laptop, the iphone, keys, vacumn cords, hoses, hangers,
jeans..too tight or toulouse..lamps, candles, holy moly images,
shivas & their linghams..
we were talking about trees..
my first true conversation with a tree that i recall
came when i had 6 or 7 years to my name ~
there from the beginning of time -
a tree in our yard in elmhurst, illinois..
my sister and i were introduced to this tree by
our mama who called him the box elder..
he was definitely an elder
and definitely a he to me..
toweringly tall with maplely leafy leaves..
utterly open to being climbed,
to be hung from,
to be swung 'round,
always generous and compliant..
silent, goodly and kind..
a most grandfatherly tree and the biggest in the hood..
we gathered there often ~
'neath the compassionate shade tree..
for picnics, parties and cool downs..
on our backs gazing up, up into the green expanse..
the sky shimmering thru just enough to keep us on planet..
we lie on the earth;
to keep from falling into the stars,
we reach as wide as we can and hold onto the grass.
~ william stafford
there was a weekly climb..maybe even bi-weekly..
in summer, an every day climb..
- the tree was the gathering place -
all the neighbor kids would simply show up
and climb aboard..
my first entrepreneurial scheme..my premier start-up!
i had heard my parents speak about insurance..
though i thought they might have said assurance ~
i was onto something..
when the clans and tribes arrived one morning,
i spoke to them with fervor about the need for assurance..
only 10 cents would assure their safety ..
if they fell, they most assuredly would get their dime back..
a few walked away, scratching their heads..
others scampered home for their allowance..
many returned with a shiny 10 cent piece..
which i collected and kept in a glass pill jar
exactly the diameter of a dime..
( i have it to this very day )
my stack of coins was growing and i needed a second bottle.
so...i emptied out a prescription of my father's
and my assurance fund grew to two pill flasks..
the entire neighborhood -
it's a beautiful day in the neighborhhod.
a beautiful day for a neighbor.
would you be mine?
could you be mine?
won't you be my neighbor?
~ fred rogers
- contacted my family tree and said .. whoa!
already heartily reprimanded
for emptying dad's pill bottle
and now for charging the neighbor kids for their climb..
i was instructed to return every last assurance dime
that i had summoned to my person..
and in no uncertain terms ..
(whatever does that mean exactly?)
never to do either again...
thereafter, the good-natured tree
was free climbing for all..
woebegone, i clambered up to my look out
for solace and to offer my meek apology to the elder..
feeling, somehow, i had harmed him
with my business venture..
when i reached my perch at the tree top
(the top for me, that is)
the elder spoke to me in his mysterious susurrous voice ~
all will be well -
without fail - your glass pill flask will be filled just enough -
rest assured, you will always - always, i say..
be enfolded by a mighty bough embrace
that will forever lift you up to higher ground..
Sunday, June 2, 2019
'tis so very sweet and celestial to be back
in the valley sharing the practice of yogadharma..
thank you to all who have arrived..
and welcome to those yet to come..
i am sliding into the tuesday 9:30AM yin practice
for our dear susan schanen..who will take
a sabbatical from this session..
resting back after the sale and release of nell thorn
to new owners..
she will be continuing her
WEDNESDAY wholehearted yoga at 9:30 AM..
the schedule for the practices that i will offer is:
TUESDAY YIN PRACTICE 9:30AM
with meditation thereafter
11:15am - 12pm
THURSDAY PRACTICE 9:30AM
2nd and 4th SUNDAY
FREE COMMUNITY PRACTICE!
5:30 - 6:30PM
there is no liberation without community
private sessions are always available by appointment ~
wikipedia on yin yoga ~
yin yoga is a slow-paced style of modern yoga with asanas,
that are held for longer periods of time -
it may range from 45 seconds to two minutes or five minutes or more.
yin yoga poses apply moderate stress
to the connective tissues of the body -
the tendons, fascia, and ligaments,
with the aim of increasing circulation
in the joints and improving flexibility.
a more meditative approach to yoga,
its goals are awareness of inner silence,
and bringing to light a universal, interconnecting quality.
(of course, this is the intent of yoga in general, eh?)
yin yoga began in the late 1970s
as martial arts expert and yoga teacher paulie zink's taoist yoga.
yin yoga is not intended as a complete practice in itself,
but as a complement to more active forms of yoga and movement.
your duty is to be and not to be this or that.
'i am that i am' sums up the whole truth.
the method is summed up in the words 'be still'.
what does stillness mean?
it means destroy yourself.
because any form or shape is the cause for trouble.
give up the notion that 'I am so and so'.
all that is required to realize the Self is to be still.
what can be easier than that?
~ ramana maharshi
Saturday, May 25, 2019
next time what I’d do is look at
the earth before saying anything. i’d stop
just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
or to the air being still.
when anyone talked to me, whether
blame or praise or just passing time,
i’d watch the face, how the mouth
has to work, and see any strain, any
sign of what lifted the voice.
and for all, i’d know more — the earth
bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over
forest and water, and for every person
the body glowing inside the clothes
like a light.
~ william stafford
next time now
in wonderment at the vast fantabulous sounds of a starling..
the whirring propellers of hummingbird wings..
the way water rests on the coat of a black dog.. rosie..
the dharma discourse from the alder elders
leafing wisdom just across the street..
the yellow finches lined up on the branch to be counted..
the miraculous fabric of peony petals..
it is evening now after a full day of rain..
there is clearing further across the valley
and the light is edging closer..
only the still thrum of the hummers,
the drippily drip of the roof drops descending..
the echo of a robin trilling..
the solitary refinement of a day ..
a birth day..
to be born into this!
Sunday, May 12, 2019
fal low /falō/
left unsown for a period in order to restore its fertility
who can say?
why one simply stops sowing seeds,
nurturing words, ideas, notions ~
a field that has rested
gives a bountiful crop
that might be overstating
what may come of this post,
i have heard it said that
providing oxygen is the
noblest of vocations..
giving flame enough oxygen
so it may burn..
a deep breath..
the oxygen of our practice..
the vayu (wind) of expression..
at the throat
up and out!
thought expressing as speech
think of brahmari breath..
the honey nectar of hum..
the sound of space.. akasha
- the element of the throat chakra -
pure clean communication
poetry and hums aren't things
which you get,
they're things that get you.
all you do is go to where they find you.
~ a.a. milne
once, when i was sad, i said to a kind olde priest -
have you learned any secrets to unburden the heart?
he responded -
hum a favorite melody;
wine will always rise to
the top of oil.
~st. catherine of siena
it's mother's day!
my mama's favorite melody
( mine now, also..)
and a most profound notion:
row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream.
what kind of dream do we wish
to be living, we would ask one another?
she was a needle artist and had been
working on a piece..
it is unfinished..
the never-ending dream..
the never-ending sweet dream ~
in the highest yoga tantra of vajrayana,
the throat chakra is focused on
for the practice of dream yoga...
meditating upon it before sleep
will bring forth lucid dreams..
where we continue our yoga practices ..
awake while dreaming!
seeding the heart-mind
with sweetness, with wisdom..
~ may your pure dreams come true ~
ian bogost has said :
as a writer, i realize i am going
to have to write again!
as i say:
glad to be back..on blog
as osip mandelstrom says:
take from my palms,
for your delight and joy,
a little honey..
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
the lucky 2 dollar bill
stocking up on lucky 2 buck bills
is a passion for me..
the price for the drop-in yoga
practice is $18..
many a generous practitioner
drops a 20 spot in the offering basket ~
no, no - i cluck..
there is an alchemy to this fee for practice ~
then, i enlighten them on the auspiciousness
of 2 buck luck ..
as i give them their change..
folding it - folding it..
place it in your wallet, purse,
billfold, pocketbook, fanny pack..
never do you spend this talisman
you'll always have money!
and .. just so you know..
it is a lodestone -
a magnet of generosity
for self and other..
i do confess..
although i live on the edge
of an empty pocket at times..
with my 2 dollar bill tucked away
i always..and that is an always
have enough - just enough -
to pay the bills, to eat,
to tend to emergencies,
to give it away..
- we live in a generous universe -
short on cash?
if your pockets are empty
if the flow is not flowering..
open the spigot by giving some away..
will be open..
flush and flourish..
i like to say..
money goes, money comes..
if you find money in the street
on the path
hithery or dithery..
the practice is to offer it
to the first person you meet..*
in the early mornings when i walk
the shoreline, i seem to find nickels
dimes and pennies, of course..
even the occasional dollar bill..
when one such bill caught my eye
in the dim light of dawn,
i picked it up and went on the look out
for the who to gift it to..
a shadowy fellow was walking towards me..
good morning! i called ..
hrumphf! was his reply..
may i speak with you a moment?
hrumpfh, humm.. he answered..
i explained -
i have found a buck
that is good luck for both
the recipient and the giver
if it passes hands..
really? he queried warily..
and thereby acquiesced
as i offered the dewy dollar..
bills passing hands in the first light of day..
another morning later, i found yet another one ..
or was it the same one..?
quickly handing it over to my walking buddy..
she tipped the barista..
money goes, money comes..
the new year's bell ringing benefit
in carmel, california
for peace of mind dog rescue
many of the dogs at the peace of mind rescue
were brought up from the ventura fires..
we gathered $ 333.00
- in la conner, washington $936.00
for community action of skagit county
both adding up to 9
which in some schools of numerology
is GLOBAL AWARENESS
from the bible -
it is the fruit of the spirit and divine completeness
for the hebrews it is truth
9 in angel language is universal love..
opening one to humanitarian compassion and generosity ~
MIGHTY THANKS TO ALL WHO JOINED
IN ON THE 1ST AND GAVE GENEROUSLY..
the bells continue to ring..
the light is getting brighter ~
our pockets are filled with jingling stars!
you only get to keep what you give way..
~ celestial tea bag wisdom
* if you find a million or billion or trillion dollar bill,
it might be best if you would track down who lost it..
most grateful they will be!
Sunday, December 23, 2018
sound the bells for untangling the mangling
sound the bells for waking the children
sound the bells for comforting the elders
sound the bells for restoring the earth
sound the bells for remedying the rising seas
sound the bells for encouraging kindness
sound the bells for untethering jealousy
sound the bells for transforming malice
sound the bells for peals of laughter
sound the bells for sharing the wealth
sound the bells for feeding the hungry
sound the bells for wisely recycling
sound the bells for renewing our pledges
sound the bells for releasing our sadness
sound the bells for bowing to another
sound the bells for refreshing our hearts
sound the bells for sheltering the homeless
sound the bells for tending the wildlife
sound the bells for igniting the wonder
sound the bells for planting trees, trees, trees
sound the bells for revitalizing mama nature
sound the bells for purifying our mindstreams
sound the bells for cherishing all beings
sound the bells for deepening our friendships
and much, much more...
new year’s day bell ringing ceremony
TUESDAY, JANUARY 1ST 2019
10 AM - 11:30 AM
2 ( TWO ) LOCATIONS NEAR YOU !!
crescent moon yoga
w/ susan schanen & annie taylor
606 morris street
la conner, WA 98257
ccmp - outcalt chapel
w/ dunja lingwood
4590 carmel valley rd.
carmel, CA 93923
for yoga, meditation & bell ringing ~
bring a bell ( even a pot lid and a spoon will do)
we will ring our bells 108 times -
each person will have an opportunity
to place their wish or prayer in the burn bowl
- affirmations for the new year -
- regrets from the past year -
- any prayer from the heart -
prayers and wishes will be burned
at the end of practice ~
these classes are by donation..
please bring your deep pockets and generous hearts!
may 2019 bring forth
& kindness, kindness, kindness…