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Sculptures Around Town
I confess my ignorance: no information comes to mind in connection with the name, Samuel Gompers. Maybe later, if I have another reason to be at the computer, I will remember to look him up. But I would rather spend the afternoon dancing.
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Prop or Crutch
“Liberty” is again encased in scaffolding, though it hasn’t been that long since she was taken down for a good cleaning. Seeing her thus supported while simultaneously blocked led me to think about the use of yoga props.
I am a big fan of using props to discover places one thought out of reach, either because an injury is limiting range of movement or because intelligent or inspired use of a prop can teach where the next step could be in practice.
Liberty’s scaffolding might be necessary for structural repairs or cleaning, but it is obscuring the view–her view out and our view in. We wouldn’t want her bound and stuck unless it was truly necessary for her full beauty and integrity to be maintained and revealed.
So, too, with yoga props. As beneficial as they can be, we do not want to rely on them automatically without seeing whether we can open to and discover the full flourishing of ourselves in a pose without them by being open, sensitive, and discriminating about our physical boundaries; applying the alignment principles to the fullness of our knowledge; and using just the right amount of effort.
By all means use props, but use them to find and witness new freedom (ultimately, svatantriya) not to bind or obscure it.
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Strange Light
I was again called outside by a shift in the quality of the indoor light. I went out onto the sleeping porch over the back garden. Neighbors whose house abuts my back garden on the perpendicular were also drawn to look out, and we watched the growing and fading of the rainbow into the fiery sunset.
Message from a Bird
When we were little kids, my mother told us that feathers we found were messages from birds. When we found a particularly pretty feather, we would pick it up and give it to my mother who would then read the message to us.
I will be interested to learn her reaction to this “painting” by a bird.
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Found Exhortation (Excerpt)
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