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"When one experiences truth, the madness of finding faults with others disappears" - S.N. Goenka.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The hot moist summer air filled my lungs as I raced across the familiar hidden trail. It smelled of moss and wet earth despite the blaze of the blistering sun. Branches littered the path - remnants of yesterday’s massive storm. The hurricane had been named Irene. Her category I force touched land the night before. Gusts of winds nearing 85 miles an hour, she fiercely made her way through the North Eastern coastal states and was a reminder of earth’s abounding power. The storm’s destruction; broken power lines, fallen trees, and flooded streets – all amidst a tranquil backdrop of blue skies. My steady pace was marked by the sount of sticks cracking beneath my feet. The sunrays rained through branches and extended toward earth. I eagerly ran toward the brightness of a beam and closing my eyes felt its acceptance. The surrender was complete serenity. My face flushed red from both the strength of the sun and the blood pulsing through my veins. My heart beat against my chest as I ran with the rhythm of my breath, droplets of sweat periodically falling from my brow, stinging my eyes. Suddenly, I had this intense urge to veer off course.
Monday, September 5, 2011
“If you think you’re enlightened spend a weekend with family and then reevaluate.”
It was early in my yoga career the first time I heard that statement. The beginning stage is when everything is new and blissfully exotic; where you start to connect meaning with every movement and every breath. This phase in a relationship is where the fantasy of the next encounter keeps a smile etched as a permanent expression on your face. Your eyes are glazed with a sweetness that permits a glimpse of perfection. The thought of this new romance causes your body to tingle and palms to sweat. At that eager stage of my yoga affair, every morning began by chanting the sweet sound of OM in a class filled with equally fervent yoga students. My mat time triggered new thoughts and lessons learned.