SEMI-DAILY
Musings
About yoga, life, and how hard it is to sit still.
The wisdom lives in me
“Throughout your life, people will recognize that you are a capable person and ask you to do things with them and for them. You need to find a way to distinguish between your path and that of others.”
Finding my way
Why is this so hard, I wonder? I know this less frantic pace is the actual speed of my presence. Any faster, and what gets done is not connected, not deliberate, not real.
This is an act of love
It is an act of love to put our bodies between more guns and more temples, to say, stop, enough is enough.
Cognitive dissonance
“Maybe human beings are not supposed to contain this level of cognitive dissonance.” I believe that’s true. We can’t.
You are important
Your feelings matter. Holding our feelings as feelings is the only way we can hold onto our humanity in this time of great pain.
Ahimsa (or non-injury). And war
Yogic philosophy sets Ahimsa, non-violence or non-injury, as one of the five self-restraints, things we don’t do so that we can be in right relationship with each other.
Peace is possible
I know that what we are seeing is not just a massive group of people pushing feelings and discomfort onto others in violence. But it is also that.
The renewal we need
What will the seasons look like for my adult daughter when she grows up? What renewal is possible?
Acting my age
I can’t say that I don’t feel the tug of youth-as-beauty. It is pervasive, almost automatic, and it takes mindfulness and presence to return to the present.
How to sit in acceptance
Yoga says, not “stay as you are,” but rather “when we truly are, we evolve.”
In which I am difficult
Who we are is contextual, in motion, and deeply affected by the narratives in our heads.
Resilience is many things
How do we find the balance between what we should endure and what we really should not.
The rest I need
This time, I tell myself, I want to look at it (even) more realistically, building in (even) more moments of rest.
In celebration of youth (but not like you think)
From where I’m sitting, it looks like Generation Z has what they need to survive. And more.
I went rummaging in the closet
Someone wise once said that humans will do almost anything to avoid being confronted with their own soul. But when we stop avoiding it, we are blown away by awe.
Maybe it skips a generation
My grandmother was ruthlessly honest when she did not understand my fashion or other choices. But she was never dismissive or judgmental.
I am not a stranger
I learned over time. First to feel, then to sort the feelings out from each other, then to express them, and then to accept them without shame.