Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Oh Joy, Oh Bliss!
Two nice things to share tonight. First, I finally found a yoga class that I can get into.
There's an Ashtanga studio in downtown Cardiff (little beach town in San Diego) that had the healthiest vibe of any I've been to lately. No one was putting any "shoulds" about how far to bend, what knots to tie oneself into, or how young and fit one needed to be. There weren't any religious or mystical overtones. It was just full-hearted, exerting, beneficial, happy yoga. Yoga is spiritual enough, if you tune into what your body and mind are sharing with you as you practice, without a teacher having to add anything! Breathing and stretching–two sacred movements.
I've loved my time in other studios in the past, but this really felt like, finally, "Boom", I'd been dropped in the right slot. And I've been looking for a long time, every since my hot hatha studio imploded. It was a scandal right out of a novel. I'm done with drama and heavy-handed yoga. I. Just. Want. To. Practice.
JOY number 2:
See the above photo? That's a little girl poised at a power spot, one of my happy places—middle Emerald Pools at Zion National Park. It's a shelf on top of a waterfall where a little set of pools gather before they spill over the side. Last time I was here, about four years ago, I found frogs, tadpoles, water bugs, dragon flies, butterflies, and hummingbirds there! And just sitting and watching I felt myself become one with all of creation. Really quite beautiful and completely spontaneous. It is such a beautiful place that it expresses the joy of the world, so you don't really have to try to meditate there!
So, the theme of today is doing good things without trying to do them. Just being with things that are wholesome, healthy, beautiful, and inspiring. Just being part of the goodness of life. I think there's a whole lot of benefit for me and for the natural world when this quietness and joining happens. I think that by being part of the natural world we can heal ourselves and the earth.
Posted by Laura at 9:25 PM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
This Turquoise, Lapis, and Cinnabar Wrist Mala and...
Me! For the most uninspired blog writing of the week! Eight days with no entries.
I'm sorry, I read somewhere that you're "supposed" to write everyday. That will never happen. I do aim for twice a week. It all depends on what's on my camera and how quickly I transfer it to my laptop.
Right now there are simply gorgeous, awe-inspiring, life-altering photos from my recent vacation at Zion National Park and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. But I've been, well, doing things. Important things. I can't think of what they were, but the time has sort of drifted by. So this note is a teaser, a hint of things to come. Because I really do want to show you those pictures.
In the meantime, here is a photo of a turquoise wrist mala with lapis lazuli and a red cinnabar bead. Cinnabar, not Cinnibun. Cinnabar is made of coats and coats of lacquer. It's quite beautiful and reminds me of a white, lacquer lamp with scenes from China that my family had when I was a child. It resonates with me and I'd like to find more of it to use in my malas. It whispers of the past, when Asia was called The Orient.
This mala was a special gift from one sister to another. Turquoise is supposed to aid spiritual connection and communication, and lapis lazuli is good for meditation and connection to the divine. My friend Chris designed it and it really shows her love of color. Should I replicate it for my shop or should it be a one-of-a-kind? I'm not sure right now. Chris wants me to make more.
Be happy, be well. If it's gray out, make your own sunshine. If it's too hot, create a gentle inner breeze. Stay cool, calm, and happy, if at all possible! And if you can't, try try try again.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Lonely Polygamist by Brady Udall
I am loving this book so much that I frequently find myself unable to put it down. There were long stretches of time last week (on vacation) when I was glued to it for chapter after chapter. I. Could. Not. Stop. I'm not going to tell you about it, just recommend that you buy, borrow, or download a copy! (Please don't steal!)
Brady Udall's great-great grandparents were Mormon polygamists and he comes from the great political family that included his great uncle, congressman and presidential candidate Morris Udall. He has written a thoroughly entertaining, thought-provoking novel about contemporary polygamists that isn't sensational in the least.
Last week's vacation was through Southern Utah and Northern Arizona. When I go anywhere, I read about the history and current events of that place. In Fiji I became fascinated by the history of those previously-named "Cannibal Islands" and in Southern Utah, I read about Mormon history.
I suppose if I went to the South Pole I'd read about Shackleton's explorations, but for now I only seem to go to hot places.
Why, oh why wasn't history this interesting in school?