Tall Ones!

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I am split open with immense gratitude for the forrest I live in. The Tall Ones watch me practice and I watch them grow. In the silence of my meditation I hear them speak of their wisdom of being; Beautiful, bountiful, bendable and dependable… grounded and loyal. We breathe each other alive, rooted in a dance of oneness. This is my church, my temple where the preacher is unobtrusively sharing ancient wisdom completely applicable to me right now. What is the greatest gift of being a yogi? Being awake to the teachings of a wise master. 

Hermann Hesse says this about trees“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.”

Om shanti… peace, peace, perfect peace!

Unearthing your inner wisdom. Daku Resort, Fiji!

Holiday and yoga!!! what else could I ask for in life… Please join me…

This workshop will empower you with new patterns of growth and inspire your inner wisdom to bloom with radiance and confidence. We will breathe ourselves open (pranayama), our seed of new beginnings will sprout strong and flexible roots to assure longevity of inner beauty (asanas), and our flow-er will sit inspired by all light to ‘just be’ (dharana), meditation. There will be practical guidance and plenty of laughter…

For more details head over to: http://www.yogainfiji.com/no-mud-no-lotus-3-day-intensive-retreat/

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…now this is yoga!!!!

 

 

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Images by Tanya Habjouqa for the Wall Street Journal.

It may sound like a simple, yet sweepingly optimistic statement, but we can’t help feel a flutter of hope and positivity that yoga may somehow help to bridge a gap in the conflict and maybe even help build a path to peaceful resolution. Or at the very least, promote a culture and people of deeper compassion and compromise, even if the political muckety-mucks are still trying to figure it out.

 

 

BURNING PALMS HEALING RETREAT…

in sydney on September 15?…. what about heading south to the most incredible place on earth and join like minded peeps for a day of pure bliss.vectorstock_952732

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Calling all spiritual folks: I need help!

Who in the world do you consider is a spiritual person. Maybe the Dalai Lama? or is it Amma… I would love to hear from you with a list of your most esteemed spiritual ‘living’ idols. I’m looking for a wide and diverse list. For my Aussie followers… I would be grateful for any local suggestions.

Big Gratitude!

Hand-some beast!

Guido Daniele is an italian born artist with a panache for painting animals on hands; otherwise known as ‘Handimals’. I want to take a moment to consider the model that sits perfectly still for up to 10 hours at a time while Guido brings forth the beast in the hand. When the model goes off to work that morning does he/she bid the household good-bye with a ‘I’m off to my handjob’… Honestly, though Guido’s handiwork is hands down brilliant… even if at times his ideas can be a handful. OK, I’M STOPPING… BENT and BRILLIANT!
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The passion, the love and the spirit!

legPASSION: I live right on the beach and in front of my place is a tap. It’s mostly used for feet washing or dog drinking. On this one day, I see a woman dressed in her religion covered from head to toe and she is passionately washing something at that tap. The water has been running longer than usual and being conscious of water wastage, it starts to pull my attention. I walk from the lounge to the kitchen and back and I’m starting to wonder what is needing such maticulous cleaning. With my curiousty perked I edge up to the window and take a closer look. Her husband is waiting in the car parked along side her and the kids are patiently calm in the back seat. But what is she washing? Never in a million years would I have ever guessed it was her husbands artificial prosthetic leg. She would hold the leg up as though inspecting a precious jewel, making sure that every last grain of sand was washed away and ready for her beloved to wear again. I thought about the agony this family had endured when her husband had his leg amputated and the hope this prosthetic leg had restored into their family structure. I went from being annoyed about the water wastage to being struck by an unending stream of love and devotion.

the mans beachLOVE: On another day I see a gentleman aged somewhere between old and ancient, shuffling along the beach. Just so you don’t get confused, this isn’t on my beach but one that is just around the corner and not one that I usually do a morning walk on. We cross paths and exchange our morning salutes and I can tell that this man is astute and gentle. After my third day of walking on this beach, I see the man each day and his routine is the same each time. His rhythm is slow and hypnotic as he elegantly sweeps the sand of unclaimed rubbish. His neighbourly gesture surpasses the mere act of keeping the beach clean. This man is completely devoted to this beach, his beach and he combs the sand with the grace of grooming a loved one. After he’s completed his walk, he starts a very simple yoga regime. His age restricts his moves from being too deep, but move he does. After offering a modified Surya Namaskara he then proceeds to the ocean for the completion of his ritual, but not before completely disrobing and entering the water naked. Now, when I first saw this I was completely gob-smacked as the Brits would say, and never would I have guessed he would do that. But that’s what I love about life, you just never know what’s coming. It’s really an exquiste experience to feel the water gently lap up against the whole of our body. This man was totally in love with his beach and his nakedness was his final merging with his beloved. There was no partner in sight, only his beach of unending love that he faithfully devotes himself to everyday. Beautiful sight!

King_Brown_SnakeMY SPIRIT: In one day, I see many snakes. I have a very quiet obsession about them. Now before you go all Jungian on me, or is that Freud, my libido is doing just fine. They are in my dreams mostly, either at night or just when I’m day dreaming. I imagine that one is sitting right along side me just chewing the fat and pondering life. In Bali one year, I met the very spirited Bec that was soon to become my BF on that trip. She is a turbo charged, larger than life bright spark and wherever she went I pretty much followed. So when she mentioned going to see a healer there was no question that I was going too. After our hour long trip further into the forrest we finally arrived at the healers abode; one crematorium! Interesting! He poked his bony fingers all over me and then piped up in broken english that my snakes where running loose… WHATDA! His aim was to align them to my spirit. Which I think he ABSOLUTELY did. I really feel like I’m a snake. It all started years ago when I did a vision quest. It was my third day into the solo bit and I started to see snakes. Of course I was freaked out, but I figured that after three days of not eating and hanging out with only me in the middle of the Flinders rangers, that maybe my mind was getting desperate for entertainment. Where they real or not? I couldn’t even tell anymore. But since that intensely profound trip I see them everywhere. I’m even contemplating getting a tattoo of one, as my ode to it’s spirit. A friend of mine told me that he had a premonition that when he was to meditate at a particular tree out the back of his house he would be visited by snake spirit. So this one day he sat at his tree and he settled into his medative state and before long he was indeed visited by a snake.. not a spirit, but a real one. The snake moved across his legs, stayed for a bit and then disappeared into the forrest. My friend didn’t feel fear, if anything a oneness with the simplicity of that moment. A tree, a man, a snake… that’s all. It was indeed a beautiful meditation.

What is snake energy:

Wisdom, Healing, Initiation

The symbol of eternity

This a powerful totem — it is
the symbol of transformation and healing.
The Snake is wisdom expressed through healing.

It is a protector and guardian totem,
along with its sister totems, the Dragon and the Serpent.

If a snake totem has come into your life, your creative forces are awakening.
Your intuition will sharpen and be more accurate.

Snake energy is the energy of wholeness, cosmic consciousness, and
the ability to experience anything willingly and without resistance.
It is the knowledge that all things are equal in creation.

It also signals a transition in your life.
New opportunities and/or changes.

Snake is fire medicine, the medicine of transmutation.
On a material level, it is vitality; on an emotional level, it is ambition and dreams;
on a mental level, it is intellect and power; on a spiritual level (the highest level),
it is wisdom, understanding and wholeness.

Snake magic is heavy magic.
Become the Magician and transmute the energy and accept the power of the fire.

This is what I see… and you, what do you see?

Fat…Fish!

underwater-photographyBeautiful friend, I trust that you are just as you need to be… I have enjoyed reading through the many, many posts during my hiatus from blogging. I have only been blogging for 6 months now and it’s been surprising how like minded people really know how to find each other. With that I offer my deepest gratitude for your creative points of view, your love and passion for your journey. I must admit that starting back has been fraught with a tiny bit of anxiety and that inner voice telling me ” so, what do I have to say”… well, gulp! nothing really!
And here goes Nothing…. On the first day of the year I was unexpectedly in a traffic jam here in the middle of now where. I guess everyone else had the same idea of a fun afternoon. Anyway, I had the car full of family and the car beside ours was particularly annoyed by my move. He took the time to wind down his window and blow some colourful verbal diarrhoea my way. What! I bark back “don’t you dare use that language in front of my children” and just like feeding the shark more bait he bulged his deranged compassion well past the boundaries of his window and sprayed an array of assorted cursing. All I could come back with was “you FAT…. FISH”. There was an awkward pause I admit that, and thank goodness the traffic opened up and we escaped any further bombardment. My daughter who’s nearly 13 pipes up and asks, “did you mean to say ‘fat fish’ mum?”

Here in the southern hemisphere the schools are closed til the end of January which means my brain is only pondering stories about Fat Fish and not much else. I’ll post when I can but I probably won’t be back til the beginning of February. I am reading you though…

Peace and harmony to you and your beloveds. May our world continue to feel like ONE nation.

Two in One

Beautiful friend, your gracious support has deeply touched me. I am humbled by your open heart and your creative spirit. This is a big place and I am exhilarated by the vastness of it’s reach.

Christmas Cheers
 Japan… For many Japanese, the traditional Christmas dinner consists of Kentucky Fried Chicken. So popular and well-marketed is the concept that most KFC restaurants accept reservations on Christmas day.

May we remember that we are all children of the earth; kindred spirits, brothers and sisters, members of the great family of love. May our hearts and minds be joined as one; unified within, so without.

Norway… Norwegian legend has it that hoards of witches and evil spirits come out on Christmas Eve searching for brooms to ride on. Thus, to this day, Norwegian women traditionally hide their brooms, mops and brushes from sight on Christmas Eve, while men sometimes fire a shotgun outside the house to scare the witches away.

May we choose love over fear; unity and harmony over separation and discord. May we have the strength to claim our authentic power; standing true in word, action and deed, and with firm resolve be the change we wish to see in the world.

Czech Republic… On Christmas Eve, unmarried Czech women carry out an annual tradition to predict their relationship status for the forthcoming year. Standing with their backs to a door, they toss one of their shoes over their shoulder. If, when it lands, the toe faces the door, the thrower will marry within the year but if the heel faces the door, they will remain unmarried for another year.

May we have courage to look for the blessing in every moment, and the audacity to celebrate it! May we breathe prayers of thanks into each moment, and with reverence honour the gift this life brings… this is my prayer,,, it is so, and so it is! 

Australia… On Christmas Eve, baby kangaroos gather in the towns centre prepareing to pull Santa’s sleigh… ok, ok, ok… that ones a myth. Mostly it’s beach, bathers and more beach,,, with an array of sumptuous food in-between, all wrapped up in an abundance of delicious thick LOVE… ahhh!

ONE love sent TWICE!!! I’ll be in touch again in the New Year… Rest up! PERFECT PEACE TO ALL! 

P.S. Thanks honey for filling my visual gaps with your divine artwork… you’re totally RAD!

What more can I say….

“We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.” ― John Lennon

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