Lunchtime Walk
I was having an anxiety provoking type of morning. When I walked out to address one of the things that needed to be addressed, the trees reminded me to pay attention to beauty, while I was doing what needs to be done.
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Found Exhortation
This sounds like things I have heard in meditation and yoga classes and in various memes that have gone around over the years. Never understood what it meant. I expect it’s best if what it means to have an inner goddess is left each to their own.
The Wondrous Light of the Moon and of the Street Lights
The moon was incredibly full and bright in a clear sky tonight. When I was walking home from work, I saw a tourist taking pictures of the Capitol. “You’ll want to photograph the moon,” I said, after having just taken a few pictures myself. “Yes, I did,” he replied with a big grin.
As bright as was the moon, the street lights would not have needed to be on so fully as when the moon is just a sliver of a crescent. As I gazed in awe at the luminous beauty of the moon, I thought also about the wondrousness of electric street lights. How is it that we so often take for granted electricity, but marvel at the moon? Is not light in all its forms a source of wonder when we stop to remember? Why resent the street lights for dimming the beauty of the moon when we can instead see their own beauty?
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If Only It Were So Easy
The problem with trying to run away to make things better is that we still bring ourselves with us. We don’t have the luxury of hitting the “reset” button after we’ve done things that we wish we had not done.
Yoga and meditation practice can help give us a sense, though, of being reset by giving us more and radical acceptance and compassion and the ability to simply marvel at the very intricacies of the dance. From there, we can release what binds from our history and continue on, knowing that it is a choice to respond in the same way as we have in the past when the old patterns confront us again (which they inevitably will).
Light and Shadow
It is pretty much always a dance between shadow and light, concealment and revelation. Can we remember the beauty of illumination when we are in the dark and the coolness of shadow when things feel too bright?
Blossoms Around Town
I can be worried about climate change and simultaneously appreciate the late blossoms.
