In what’s becoming an annual trip to the Kananaskis region of the Alberta Rockies I finally have a moment to reflect on an experience I had last weekend at a workshop entitled “The Soul of Christianity”. The heavy rain outside our little trailer creates the impossibility of much activity, my attention turns inward, and I see that there is much to say. Lead by Atum O’Kane, a spiritual teacher and Jungian Analyst from Seattle, I was drawn to participate by a trusted friend who assured me that the nature of this retreat would be one of depth, meaning and inner work. She was right. And although we touched on many.
My two and half year old daughter has recently taken to announcing when “night” comes. As soon a the sun’s light begins to fade she yells “night!” and with equal fervor at dawn the next morning she yells “night all gone!”. I love her sense of rhythm. I love that she gets excited the death of day and birth of night, and vice versa, with sensitivity to the continual cycling of our daily life. We’re coming up to a time that represents to most of us the completion of yet another cycle. We enter the death of our calendar year, and like with any other death this makes space for the springing forth of.
An osteopath friend told me a few months ago that my daughter tends to hinge at her hips and neck when she moves rather than moving her spine. This comes as not surprise given that I have a rigid spine compared to the hyper mobile joints at my hips and shoulders. Wanting to create balance in her body, I’ve been campaigning somewhat to get her to move from her spine more – “Look Rowan! Can you roll like a ball? Can you wiggle side to side like mama?” I’ve seen some change in her ability to round her back more fully into flexion, but generally it’s not been significant. As.
There is something that calls us to Wholeness (or Spirit, God, Peace, Allah, Jehovah, Krishna etc etc) isn’t there? I remember as a child feeling less like Spirit called to me and more like it bellowed holy renderings at the very top of it’s lungs. At the time I recall feeling what Jeanne de Salzmann calls a “nostaliga for being” that I could neither articulate nor understand. I felt a deep love and appreciation for the wonder of life that would sometimes overwhelm me. Those were softer times when I could lay in the grass of my back yard and let those feelings flood through my relaxed body, tender heart and open.
I’m sure many of you have heard the adage “we are not human beings that can have spiritual experiences but spiritual beings having a human experience”. This sentiment was always a little peculiar to me since I wondered what it meant to be a purely spiritual being (which would then be able to wiggle its way into a human embodiment). Would I be a big ball of light? But as I understand it light is both wave and particle, hence it is an entity of the physical realm. Would I have any form at all? Perhaps I would just be a thought, but, who’s thought? The idea that I am a spiritual.
Let me tell you about a resolution I once made. I was living in Calgary after graduating from my undergrad and was working at a natural food store. I hadn’t had much experience with holistic living at that point and was mesmerized by the alternative lifestyles of my coworkers. At one point, with characteristic immoderation, I agreed to go on a raw foods cleanse with a friend I’d been spending a lot of time with. So, cold turkey, I resolved to eat only raw, organic food in accordance with what was touted to be “the healthiest possible diet”. Such a move would surely secure me a spot in hippy heaven. .
I used to love Christmas. I still remember the incredible excitment that used to reverberate in me as a child. I loved the Christmas shows, the food, the gatherings, the music and the toys. It was a unique time of year when I saw words such as “Joy to the World” and “Peace on Earth” splashed across walls and greeting cards. But, as I grew older I began to notice a profound contradiction in what Christmas was said to be about and what really took place over the holiday season. People really didn’t seem any more joyous, in fact, they seemed rushed and preoccupied. I didn’t feel a greater sense of peace, but rather a.
The following is an article I wrote for the Yoga Association of Alberta’s newsletter – published December 2010. ———————————————————————————————————————————————— There’s nothing like the holiday season to remind us that our practice is essential. This year, let all you’ve learned from yoga help you remain connected to yourself amidst the beauty and occasional madness of the season. Connect To the Aliveness Within – When the demands of the season begin to scatter your energy and wear you down let the life in your body call you home. Tune into the direct perception of sensation and let the texture of the season help you – no matter where you are. If you find yourself.
In my last post I introduced the process of learning how to embody wisdom. In this post I will offer you one way to approach compassion through yoga and enact it as a living virtue in your practice or life. I find myself in a standing forward bend. Today, it feels like it’s the first one I’ve done in a long time and my whole body is talking. My hamstrings feel like over-wound guitar strings and my upper body feels tense and suspended over my legs like a marionette just waking up. My breath feels constricted, like I’m wearing a girdle and despite having two feet planted on the floor I feel a little wobbly. But,.