Reset. I gather it all in. my hands, my feet my breath. In Samasthiti. Hands to heart. Prayer position or remembering. Yoga. Finding my way back to center. Observing as breath moves the body and movement the breath. Curious how this vocabulary will evolve. Finding myself speaking, thinking like my teacher. Trusting this path to …
This space that my body inhabits Is a dot in the play of things. This space that my spirit lives Is as big as creation itself. I see the clouds move and shift, Bringing colour and change To seamless and endless blueness. I listen to the waves that breath Upon the shore, time and again. …
Always on the road, my soul path traverses unchartered terrain. It is a long winding tiny path; Sometimes hidden below fallen leaves. Often, shadowed by tall grey clouds. But there it is, always beckoning, whispering. And while I walk, I place one hand on my heart protecting that sacred place, that is mine alone. A …
Today at the river, the water gushed over polished rocks, smoothing the surfaces until they shone like jewels under the spring blue sky. And high above, three seagulls, calling in forlorn voices, flapped across – clearly far from home. A little trip, would you say? To explore what lies beyond the realms of water under …
Early mist covered the river that morning as I walked along its bank. And there it was, the delicate head of a pink iris. As I stooped to touch her ever so slightly, she nodded her head in all her loveliness. Shy and fragile. Graceful and gentle. Time stopped and I felt blessed to have …
I lie in bed and watch the autumn sky brighten from the east in the early hours of the morning. First a faint hint of orange, then a more steady brightness. Very soon, the low clouds blush with pink at their tips before the light changes again. The sky changes so swiftly, or perhaps, not …
The blue of the endless sky washes over the mountain side until the rocks are bathed in purest sapphire and indigo. Sugar dust of new snow dance on the peaks, faint and slight, white light that shines through. Solitude is a blessing and silence heals, all past wounds and the ones yet to come. …
These days, it seems, the world has gone to pieces and little by little, thread by thread, it is time to weave everything back together. Maybe not to have the same pattern we had before, but new ideas, new thoughts, new ways of navigating these troubled waters. Be it on a personal, societal or communal …
Image courtesy: Isha, Sadhguru The heart is on fire and like wildfire itself burns up everything it touches. Everything that there was and everything that there will be suspended between moments. Hanging on a single thread- fragile and vulnerable. There is no urgency, no rush to get anywhere, to achieve anything. Observe the …
See the water, clear as glass flow over green threads of silky algae holding to the rocks at the very edge. Our dog splashes about, sniffing, enquiring, exploring. Further up, from underneath the huge boulder a tree has taken roots. Sending its long thin stems upwards, shiny leaves dancing under the sky. See the canopy …