I chose not to partake myself. When and how and where and why we participate in ritual should have nothing to do with anyone else’s decisions and actions to the extent they don’t harm or demand obedience or belief from anyone else.
In places like this, though, it is important to keep an open mind and heart.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
It feels wonderfully auspicious to me that my Spring classes at Willow Street are starting on May Day. It is Beltane–the true end of winter and the beginning of the effulgence of the time of growth and light. It is May Day–the mark of a shift in power from the oppressors to the once oppressed, now freed (I’m not going to get into whether that really worked as planned). It is a time of tradition at my alma mater; the sophomores wake the seniors with strawberries and champagne, enjoying celebration and revelry (dancing around May poles and the like) as they get ready to take their final exams. Today is Kentucky Derby; I remember a party where the fact I had mint in my garden for the juleps started a fabulous passion.
The potential for delight, for freedom, for fullness is always with us. For me, yoga helps me find it and recognize it. The longer I practice, the more richness it offers. This Spring session I will be focusing on radical affirmation of the potential in ourselves so that we can recognize and reveal it. Much more on that to come; for now, I must head to the metro to go teach.
I was attending a workshop this weekend. Someone made another offering to another manifestation of Siva.
Um, seva…
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
I’m not quite sure how I ended up in this spot, but oh my was this baby charming.
