After Haiyan...

It is bright now. It is as if nothing happened. But...

Source: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/philippines/10438745/Typhoon-Haiyan-death-toll-could-reach-10000.html

There are no words but a borrowed poem by Rashani...

The Unbroken

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,


a shatteredness


out of which blooms the unshatterable.


There is a sorrow

beyond all grief which leads to joy


and a fragility


out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space


too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,


out of whose darkness


we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound


whose serrated edges cut the heart


as we break open to the place inside


which is unbreakable and whole,


while learning to sing

http://rashani.com/arts/poems/poems-by-rashani/

My tapestries have come to tell me something...

About 9 years ago, I got this when I had so little. It hung on the wall of my little studio and watched me go through changes, waiting for me to reunite with Yoga.

It reappears...

This was watching my bed. My friend Steff got it from India. I thought I lost this as I could not find it for years. It re-emerges...

Diwali Lights

I love that there is a festival meant for lights. It is beautiful celebrating Ganesha and Lakshmi in radiance, welcoming peace, happiness and abundance in our home. 

Setting up during the day.

Lighting up in the evening

Beautiful lights at night

May your life be filled with hope, peace, goodness and light! Happy Diwali! 

Practice, practice, practice

Saw this online today. Good reminder.

Photo of Sharath Jois from the Yoga Mala and YS 1.12

Abhyasa vairagyabhyam tannirodhah

These mental modifications are restrained by practice and non-attachment.

The long and longer path...

Take nothing for granted...remember where you came from... #ashtanga #practice 

(Photo above taken by Loren, Mia's phone)

Changing

I am changing not in these poses

But before, after, and in between.

In the pauses coming up for breath

And out.

What do these mean

to us?

That I remember moments of breath

means nothing unless...

means nothing but

Smriti.

-NMC

Oct 25 2013

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Smriti is cultivating a constant mindfulness of treading the path, and of remembering the steps along the way. This memory is not a negative mental obsession, but rather, a gentle, though persistent awareness of the goal of life, of faith in your journey, and of your decision to commit your energy to the process. Smriti is also the practice of mindfulness of inner process, both witnessing at meditation time and during daily life. (See the article on Witnessing)

swamij.com

Smriti is memory.

May he be happy, peaceful, liberated...