Thursday, November 29, 2007
here & there
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
baby boy extravaganza
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
yoganese
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
teacher
Monday, November 19, 2007
yoga this week
Friday, November 16, 2007
good karma photos
Thursday, November 15, 2007
best seat in the house
Suze Orman
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
baby breathing
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
global warming diet
Friday, November 09, 2007
weekend plans
Thursday, November 08, 2007
have you ever tried to enter the long black branches
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches
Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives -
tried to imagine what the crisp fringes,
full of honey,
hanging from the branches of the young locust trees,
in early morning, feel like?
Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you?
Never to enter the sea and notice
how the water divides with perfect courtesy,
to let you in!
Never to lie down on the grass,
as though you were the grass!
Never to leap to the air as you open your wings
over the dark acorn of your heart!
No wonder we hear,
in your mournful voice,
the complaint that something is missing from your life!
Who can open the door
who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles
who does not put one foot in front of the other,
all attentive to what presents itself continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber
who has not observed with admiration,
even with rapture,
the outer stone?
Well, there is time left -
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care,
who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are,
to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up,
put on your coat,
leave your desk!
To put one's foot into the door of the grass,
which is the mystery,
which is death as well as life,
and not be afraid!
To set one's foot in the door of death,
and be overcome with amazement!
To sit down in front of the weeds,
and imagine god the ten-fingered,
sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way,
to the flowers of the present hour,
to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle,
that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds,
and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window
no more difficult than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns
and said to the wild roses: deny me not, but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them.
Maybe I even heard a curl or tow of music,
damp and rouge red, hurrying from their stubby buds,
from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in!
Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves,
and what's coming next is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced,
among the quick things, upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down to think about it.
That was then, which hasn't ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down.
Under the peach-light, I cross the fields and the dunes,
I follow the ocean's edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home.
Mary Oliver
Love this poem. Love that photo. Sadly, I didn' take it, but gladly I'll gaze at it and imagine her entering the long black branches and rambling to find her way home.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
just be
Sunday, November 04, 2007
full fun weekend
Saturday Andy and I left bright and early for a workshop in Cincinnati with Will Tuttle, author of World Peace Diet. It was a very interesting, fascinating and enlightening discussion. He hit on one of the points that was pretty much the reason for me going vegetarian. He spoke of the ways in which we place a value on everything, including animals....which are living beings just like we are. We would never eat a horse, dog, or cat. Animals that most people value. But we consider it OK to eat pigs, cows, chickens and such. Even when I ate meat, I didn't like to eat anything with bones. It was much easier for me to disassociate when I was eating boneless chicken. Eventually I chose to view my dogs and the cows that I drive past everyday with the same compassionate eyes. After the workshop Andy and I spent some time at my fave store, did some shopping at the mall, and ate at Maggianos.
Sunday I spent a large portion of the day at the studio catching up on work and cleaning/prepping the studio for our restorative workshop taught by Anita Courtney. The studio was packed with lovely gals ready to renew with some restorative yoga. I had even convinced my sister to drive up from Richmond to participate. When she got to the studio, I was walking out with keys and purse in hand. We had completely filled the studio and there wasn't enough space left for the two of us. We decided that spending time at the bookstore, sipping coffee, catching up, and browsing books and magazines was the next best thing.
I hope that each of you found a way to enjoy this long beautiful day. Was it just me, or did the day seem much longer with the extra hour?!