EXCERPT FROM '21 DAYS OF LIVING MINDFULLY' MY FORTHCOMING BOOK. "Look to this day for it is life; the very best of life. In its brief course lie all the realities and truth of existence - For yesterday is but a memory, And tomorrow is only a vision, But today well lived makes every yesterday a memory of happiness, And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look
“Smile, breathe and go slowly.” Thich Nhat Hanh The idea of being mindful — being present, being more conscious of life as it happens — seems a bit impossible to many. But not only is it possible, it’s desirable for anyone wanting to achieve their goals and enjoy life more fully. Enjoying Life and Achieving Goals It may seem contradictory to those who
Tides of Your Life by Judith Gass was read to a yoga class I attended at Kripalu Yoga Center in Massachusetts. My son had gifted me a weekend at this famous yoga center and we were each attending a class of our choice before meeting for dinner. The words to this poem impacted me deeply ~ beautiful and harsh. What was I waiting for? And yes, I was waiting for
It is now the last day of the retreat. We are once again on our cushions at daybreak. It is difficult to be still as sadness is present. There are farewells ahead and leaving dear people whom I may never see again. Already I am in the future, anticipating. Aware of dread in the pit of my stomach and anxiety tightening my throat, being here now seems close to
“..it is difficult to accept there are no answers in life…there is only, it seems, the returning glimpse of wholeness in which all is seen and felt..and illuminated.” ~ Mark Nepo/Lorrie Jones It is now day three of our retreat. Today we have been encouraged to walk in nature. I chose a path with no end in site ~ a well worn walkway leading to dense bushes.
“There is love here. Where there is awareness there is love. When there is the habit of attachment and fear, we collapse out of love. And when not collapsed out of love, we see others, all around, hurting, collapsed. The heart vibrates.” ~Gregory Kramer The bells ring softly at dawn, gently awakening slumbering participants, scattered in various lofts,