enlightenment

thank you beautiful people

Of Love 

I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.

They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many.

You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed.

Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some — now carry my revelation with you —
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning.

So I imagine
such love of the world — its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself — I imagine
this is how it began.
~Mary Oliver

I'm sitting here at the treehouse, preparing to teach my first class in what has been my longest hiatus from my/our beloved yoga studio.

I can't help but be filled with thanks and gratitude for all the beautiful people in my life and the amazing support shown for Andy and myself.

We've received cards and flowers. Flowers that took my breath away for a few moments because they were just that glorious. We've received angel wings, journals, sparkly pens, food, phone calls, messages, daily texts, and more.

Guess what?  We even got a poem. A poem that I've printed and posted on our fridge for us to see every day. Maybe one day I'll share it here.

Sweet souls offered us with their time and energy and gifts. Healing sessions, massage, and more. And these amazing treehouse teachers (plus Erin and Lisa) who swooped in quickly, graciously, lovingly to take care of all things Barefoot Works? I adore them, love them, thank them.

And for all the friends who didn't quite know what to say. The ones who thought they would say the wrong thing. The ones who stayed away because it was all just too much.... Andy and I felt your love and we know you too were simply doing the best you could doing unbearable times.

For this and more I am eternally thankful for the beautiful people swirling around in my universe.

It's taken my mind and heart a few weeks to catch up with the beauty and bigness of all of this love. Of all of You. But little by little, day by day, I'm getting there.

Such love in the world.
Such love of the world.

If yoga is really all about union and connection.
Well, I think we've got that covered.

Thank you.

xo,
sharon

 

current love

I downloaded a new app last night and I LOVE it.

Tweegram.

I can do two of my favorite things.....combine quotes & photos. I did upgrade so I can use more text and my own photos.

Get ready. ;)

you are a drop

You are a drop:
Divine being is the ocean.
While you still live,
hold steadily before you
the vision of the whole
and you will be the whole.
~Rumi

do you feel the possibility?

Do you feel the possibility?
Awakened energy is poised to flow.
Freedom beckons from every direction.
This is a moment to throw caution to the wind and dive right in
or fly high above the rocky terrain of doubt and fear.
You've lived your life anticipating this opportunity.
Rejoice, for it is here.

This brilliant passage is by Danna Faulds. I saw it posted yesterday on Facebook by Barbara, one of the lovely yoginis joining in this yoga teacher training adventure.

I think it speaks so beautifully to what we're all feeling right now.

It may look like this training is beginning and finishing in two short weeks. That couldn't be further from the truth.

I can tell you that this is a long planted seed beginning to take root for these women. Some of these yogis have dreamed for years of doing a yoga teacher training. They have fallen in love with yoga. And likely out of love with it too. Only to fall back in love again.

They have thought of the perfect program in the perfect place. They have made sacrifices to be here. Their families and friends have made sacrifices to support their decision in being here.

To prepare they have read books, practiced with teachers, honed their own practice, started a meditation practice, observed yoga classes, spent hours on the phone with each other, and shared their stories of excitement, fear, joy, and anxiety in a private forum.

Today those dreams begin taking shape.

My dream of sharing this powerful practice of all things Yoga continues to spiral, twist, turn, unravel, and unfold.

Oh.
My.
Goodness.

pretty pretty purple

"I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it." Alice Walker