On the Way to William Penn House for Tuesday Night Yoga Practice
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An Abundance of Begonias
Yesterday I found myself contemplating prachurya–abundance.
In this atmosphere of incessantly being told how much more we should want, it can be hard to recognize sufficiency, much less abundance.
As a spiritual practice, I think being able to experience abundance with what we already have can both provide joy and empower generosity.
- Asana, Pranayama, and Yoga Practice | Community and Family | Food for the Mind (Yoga Philosophy, etc) | Meditation | Photos
Wonder
I’m pretty sure the Sanskrit word for wonder is abhuta. I found myself contemplating my conviction that part of the practice of yoga (and my photography, which is a practice for me) is to instill everything with a sense of wonder.
I still find plane travel–as wearily familiar as it is–completely miraculous and awe-inspiring.
To go, in just a few short hours, from perfectly temperate to cold and gray with an impending storm (and, of course the reverse) is an outrageous feat indeed. I’m happy to have the cat in my lap.
Blossoms After the Wintry Mix and Before the Freeze
We didn’t get snow except for mixed with rain and not enough of that. Some of the magnolias have already browned. I think about the farmers and the fruit trees; have they been patient enough to still be able to fruit, with this return to winter after the long, false spring?
Yesterday’s State of the Garden (Before Andrea)
Tonight in the moist tropical air of Andrea and her wake, the garden is outrageously blowsy. It will be a marvel when the sun heats it up again.
Listening to the Call to Pause
I was working late, but comfortably in my beautiful study at home, when the light shifted in such a way that I was called to move quickly out onto the sleeping porch. This is what I paused to witness before going back to my desk:
