Back into the groove again.
Back into the groove.
The spin of words
Through my head
Pulling me
Focusing me
Giving me the direction
I need to take
As I become
Comfortable, competent,
Whole
Back into the groove.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Friday, May 8, 2009
On Emptying and Filling
Sometimes I'm aware of an emptiness that aches inside of me. This morning, as I went about my routines - getting gas, washing my car - I considered that perhaps that is just a part of life. Just a sensation that I can stay present with, and be okay with having. Maybe it will remain, lingering with me as a part of who I am. Perhaps it will fill up one day, gradually without my even noticing.
A poem that I used to read as a child floated through my thoughts:
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty, like a cup
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
Maybe digging holes and watching them be empty for a while is the only way to have something to fill. To the sea coming up!
A poem that I used to read as a child floated through my thoughts:
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty, like a cup
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
Maybe digging holes and watching them be empty for a while is the only way to have something to fill. To the sea coming up!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Hiding
Today I feel
Like writing something hidden
Tucked away into a corner of the past, where
Only you
Will see it
If by you, I mean
Myself
That other most intimate to me
Swept by the broom of time
into the hidden corner of
these cobwebbed words
Like writing something hidden
Tucked away into a corner of the past, where
Only you
Will see it
If by you, I mean
Myself
That other most intimate to me
Swept by the broom of time
into the hidden corner of
these cobwebbed words
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Technical Difficulties
I've had several readers (including my own brother!) contact me to ask why I stopped posting. Sorry to have left you hanging, guys. I encountered some technical difficulties with this site, involving some spam and other complicated issues.
So I decided it would be easier to leave Bliss and create a fresh URL. I think I contacted most of my dedicated readers. But if you were left behind and confused, I apologize. And, if you've just happened on this blog, it's basically inactive.
Hope to see you at my new blog! (Link here).
So I decided it would be easier to leave Bliss and create a fresh URL. I think I contacted most of my dedicated readers. But if you were left behind and confused, I apologize. And, if you've just happened on this blog, it's basically inactive.
Hope to see you at my new blog! (Link here).
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Being Afraid
This blessing ended class:
Do not be afraid
to be afraid
Be afraid
Then...
Hope, Wonder,
and Love
A Blessing
I enjoyed such a special yoga class today. My mother and I took my two daughters to a girls-only session. They were thrilled to be in the studio, and see my teachers again, and generally just be as cool and fun as I am.
I love spending time with them. They are so the light of my life.
During partner work, we sang this to each other:
May the longtime sun
shine upon you -
All love
surround you -
The pure light
within you
Guide your way on
Namaste
I love spending time with them. They are so the light of my life.
During partner work, we sang this to each other:
May the longtime sun
shine upon you -
All love
surround you -
The pure light
within you
Guide your way on
Namaste
Virtual Virtue
I adore the pumpkin and spice color scheme of this coffee house. It’s so autumnal. A great place to look around and write about what catches my attention.
At the next table, a man wears a dark green t-shirt. The front has the illustration from the Cascade dish detergent box. The back reads, “So Clean We’re Virtually Spotless.”
Virtually spotless. Spotless virtual reality. My imagination churns and makes me hopeful. Maybe someday we will have virtual worlds that we can escape to with the intention of enjoying spotlessness, if only for a brief while.
Although, now that I think about it, in the virtual worlds we already have like Second Life, it seems people are much more attracted to the spots than the cleanliness. Rather than striving to be better creatures, they turn themselves loose. The universal wildness of human (or frequently animal) nature. What’s that all about?
At the next table, a man wears a dark green t-shirt. The front has the illustration from the Cascade dish detergent box. The back reads, “So Clean We’re Virtually Spotless.”
Virtually spotless. Spotless virtual reality. My imagination churns and makes me hopeful. Maybe someday we will have virtual worlds that we can escape to with the intention of enjoying spotlessness, if only for a brief while.
Although, now that I think about it, in the virtual worlds we already have like Second Life, it seems people are much more attracted to the spots than the cleanliness. Rather than striving to be better creatures, they turn themselves loose. The universal wildness of human (or frequently animal) nature. What’s that all about?
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