Monday, October 29, 2018

dia de los muertos II - NOVEMBER 1st


this just in..
crescent moon yoga
will be in her new location
on november 1..
our 9AM yoga class and 
the day of the dead meditation
@ 11AM will be the maiden voyage!

all are welcome!

the address is:
606 morris street
east of the current location by 1/2 block
on the south side of the street -
the parking lot between the la conner library
and C M Y is the studios!!!
enter the studio through the lobby -
located up the stairs off morris st.

 (  Open House
Nov 10th, 
Art's Alive Weekend, 
11 am -3 pm )

don't go outside your house to see flowers.
my friend, don't bother with that excursion.
inside your body there are flowers.
one flower has a thousand petals.
that will do for a place to sit.
sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty
inside the body and out of it,
before gardens and after gardens.
                ~ kabir


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

look inward & vote!

too many still look outward, 
some believing in the illusion
of victory and of victorious power, 
others in treaties and laws, 
and others in the overthrow of the existing order. 
but too few look inward, to their own selves, 
and fewer still ask themselves 
whether the ends of human society 
might not best be served if each man 
tried to abolish the old order in himself, 
and to practice in his own person 
and in his own inward state those precepts, 
those victories which he preaches on every street corner, 
instead of always expecting these things of his fellow men.
every individual needs revolution, inner division, 
overthrow of the existing order, and renewal, 
but not by forcing them upon his neighbors 
under the hypocritical cloak of christian love 
or the sense of social responsibility 
or any other beautiful euphemism 
for unconscious urges to personal power.
individual self-reflection, 
return of the individual to the ground of human nature, 
to his deepest being with its individual and social destiny - 
here is the beginning of a cure for that blindness 
which reigns at the present hour.
                       ~ carl jung  1918

please and thanks!

Friday, October 19, 2018

imagine this!

raise your words, not voice..
it is rain that grows flowers, 
not thunder.

imagine this!
it has been 11 years since this blog began..
peace is healthy..
skipped 2 years..hummmm?
2009 and 2010
wonder about those missing 24 months..

to me,
writing is my way
of being
most fully alive.
              ~ ursula le quin

imagine this!
you can subscribe to this blog
by scrolling down to the last post
and simply signing up..
of course, it is somehow more complicated
than that, i have heard..
yet if you keep on keeping on..
you will be set..

the world of letters
is the true world
of bliss.
           ~ abraham abulaya

imagine this!
if you reply to the post that you receive
in your e-mail, i will not receive it..
don't ask me why,
no clue ~
( i have missed many an epistle
because of this!)
SO ~
you are invited to leave a comment
on the actual blog itself
or send a fresh e-mail
directly to my address..

i could
make prayers
or poems
on and on.
         vassar miller

imagine this!
i have recently been asked
if i receive any sort of recompense for my writing...
most certainly !
by you reading it..
thank you ~

writing is the only way
i know how to pray.
                  ~ h.m. viramontes

for those of you who have wanted
to drop a donation in the mendicant bowl
for the missives that nourish you -
the account @ paypal is still active..
i will happily receive and gratefully accept
all and any offerings to underwrite my writings ~

making language is making prayer.
our utterances,
whether silent or voiced,
written or thought,
distinct or vague,
repeated or fleeting,
are always essentially prayer,
even though we seldom realize it.
to speak, to intone,
to form words with our mouth and heart and spirit,
is to reach out and reach in.
what we're always reaching out and into,
even when we don't know that we are,
is the boundless unknowable,
the unnamable.
in the end
prayer is not some specialized religious exercise;
it is just what comes out of our mouths
if we truly pay attention.
debased as it so often is,
language at its core always springs forth
from what is fundamental in the human heart.
                              norman fischer

imagine this!

Friday, October 5, 2018

dia de los muertos ~ sitting with our ancestors

mark your calendars !
thursday, november 1..
11 AM 
in the new CMY studio
kitty-corner from present studio
~ 521  morris street  ~
(will get NEW address soon!)

looks like we'll be christening
the new crescent moon shala
with our 9AM thursday morning yoga class..
hurrah! hurray!

thereafter ~
we will have an opportunity
to sit in stillness with our ancestors..

those who wish to stay will ready the altar
w/ pictures of our loved ones
dead yet alive with presence..
any other altaring holy moly objects..
(bring your sitting accoutrements)
those who wish to leave after class
 will have time to slip away..

we will begin sitting @ 11AM

those not attending class, yet planning to sit..
please arrive a bit early
to take your seat and place your altar offerings..
chairs are available for those who prefer them..
we will have 2 sits.. about 20-25 minutes -
with a walking meditation betwixt
 ~ this is a freeeeeee offering  ~

will be our finish-ish time

bring anything that you'd like to offer to
the silence,
the ancestors,
each other
~ for the altar ~
bring your bright love,
your great care,
your empty vessel,
your letting go,
your opening up,
your easy-breezy..
your devotion,
your crazy wisdom,
your inconceivable nature..

with this tradition of dia de los muertos
we have a splendid opportunity
to honor the dead and awaken remembrance...

in the words of clarissa pinkola estes ~
las almas valientes,  dear brave souls, 
this is our time of dia de los muertos.

this we deeply understand as 'the day of our ancestors' 
whom we love and who love us
and who guide us by example 
and intuitions and sudden insights, 
and often by other means.
who we continue to pray for,  as well as for the living -- 
and to nourish this relationship between two worlds, 
with our familiares, relatives, and ourselves.
this way of life...

far away and yet so near to you, 
we old women 
who still carry the root stock,
our old women who know how to
pray paint off walls, 
who grow and bring 
the fresh flowers, 
the yerba buena
who know how to bless 
the living and dead,
who know how to bless 
and light the sumerio, 
who know how to bring 
the smoke of blessed copal, 
who stand and kneel 
in many conditions, 
who offer and consume
the old foods of the ancestors 
with the heaven of los angelitos
in their hearts 
no matter where they live...

we pray for you, m'hijos y m'hijas,
we pray for you the living,
our sons and our daughters 
that you have tender memories 
of the good of your own ancestors
who have walked onward 
making their transition, 
who have left without ever leaving ...

many of us old women say -
the ancestors visit through 
the fragrance of the copal,  
in the scent of the golden flowers, 
in the earth smell,
of the autumn of dried leaves,
in the swirling sacred smoke,
for those with eyes to see, 
ears to hear
or a heart that longs --

may you all be watched over
by the gentle,  smart,  protective
and perfected souls of your antepasados, 
your own people who have walked onward
and are in many good ways, still here
with you, and for you....

this comes with love for you to find a fragrance 
or a flower or a little bowl of water 
or food of your ancestors, 
an item from your farback people, 
a piece of sweet bread and a fruit like orange, 
and to just sit gently and ask for goodness, 
and then listen through your many senses... 
say what you wish to say, 
ask what you wish to ask, 
bless all.
simple is often most direct.