I would take this tea bag exhortation much farther than just for socializing. But that’s just me.
I was taught that placing your hand on your thigh palm facing down is the mudra of calm, abiding. I personally find it soothing. So, apparently, does Maitri, who demonstrates another variation.
What if we were to cease to think of discipline as constraint, as punishment, as something confining and unattainably rigorous, something satisfying only in having suffered for gain? What if we were to understand it, as Swami Chidvilasananda, suggests as discipleship, a cleaving to the path out of the exquisitely blissful yearning for the light? Such discipline is, I think, what is the true practice of brahmacharya — aligning with the divine.
It was such a beautiful day that I spent as much time as possible walking in the neighborhood. That walking is “good for me” was just an incidental benefit.
It looks like what was leading to error messages for seeing photos and inaccurate claims my mailbox was full was that I was out of memory for the website.
Overfull, it didn’t tell me what was wrong, but just blocked displaying photos and receiving messages. How often are people like that? When overwhelmed or stretched too thin, it’s possible to see stress and challenge, but not quite what is really the issue.
One of the ways a steady yoga and meditation practice can shift us is to heighten awareness. The error messages we perceive and send are better correlated to the issues at hand.
For finer photos, take a look on line at what photographers with big lenses and tripods (or maybe even telescopic cameras) have done. If I’d gone for a walk, I could have taken a picture of a big red moon over the dome. I’m just imagining that I did that (imagination sometimes being as good as the “real thing”), as I get ready to get back into bed under a cat for another hour and half of sleep before getting up to practice.
