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Moon and Holiday Lights

As I was leaving a holiday gathering tonight, my host saw me standing on the front stoop pointing the Blackberry at a somewhat awkward side angle. “What are you taking a picture of?” he asked. “The moon and the lights,” I replied, wishing that I could get the composition more balanced, but the row of houses was in the way.

I did not say, “I am taking a photo of the human yearning for light, for beauty, for control of the environment, shown in tandem with the glory of the moon,” but I am sure that once I showed him the photo, my host knew what I had not put into words.

Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

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    Waiting for the Bus

    Is it benign multitasking or a sign of being too attached to social media that I am writing while I am waiting for the bus home? I have taken my moment to appreciate the beauty of the Dome.

    Tonight, I think it is the former. I have twelve minutes to spare. Writing now means that I will not even be tempted to turn on the computer when I get home. I will pet the cats and wash and sit for meditation before getting ready for bed.

    I can pause, here, thinking about the synchronicity of the centering Batya used at the beginning of class I took tonight (level 4 at Willow Street, Takoma Park). She told us of a story she had heard on a podcast about a woman who described having a stroke as freeing her mind from its incessant chatter when the language center of the brain was temporarily immobilized. That quiet is, in part, what comes from a deep and consistent meditation practice. The synchronicity was that I am reading Ram Das’s “Be Love Now” (hot off the press), which is inevitably leading me to think about the interconnection between yoga practice and facing a stroke. It is not something I think of often.

    The more we are open and aware, though, the more we will see connections and synchronicities. The more consistently we practice, the more likely we are to experience the good in even the greatest of challenges.

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    Slowing Down (and vinyasa krama)

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