Prakasha-Vimarsha

I wonder what it was like before the floor was added—wouldn’t have had this reflection.
Contemplations on readings and yoga philosophy.

I wonder what it was like before the floor was added—wouldn’t have had this reflection.
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.

Sometimes when I find myself thinking I could use some new clothing, it is just that I have been busy with other things and it ha been longer than usual since I last did laundry.
What is real? What is illusion? What is real and also distorted by the illusions unique to our individual perspective?

The movement from one moment to the next is always a transition. How then do we sequence most optimally?

Last weekend I devoted most of my time to live-streaming the “Accessible Yoga Conference.” This conference, consistent with other workshops on this and related topics involved listening to many personal stories and careful examination of language—what language perpetuates harm and which fosters inclusion, recognition, nonjudgment, etc.
The fact that “accessible yoga” is a thing was observed to be evidence that for all that the yoga philosophy invites recognition and honor of the spirit in all, what is considered “yoga” in the “West”is another microcosm of cis, het, racist, patriarchal, colonialist capitalism.
Invoking the pairs of opposites, the duos, and all the triads—how important they are in the stories we tell of spirit and creation and existence.
