I have tendonitis (right spelling?) in one arm that all started from tripping over a phone cord when holding onto wall to stop myself from falling...arggh! Can I hit the rewind button and somehow step gracefully over that phone cord instead? What lesson have I learned? Once again...pay attention! How is one always "on the ball"? Remembering to breathe helps...moving energy, writing, meditation...sometimes I forget these tools...why? Because part of me wants to run with the wind, and never look back or just twirl around in circles and sing to the sky...sometimes simplicity seems so unreachable the way society is spinning like a top. Can I keep up? Probably, but not without the supplementation of heartcentering activities and non-activities...
I miss yoga! the breathing, stretching, mind-body-soul connection. It brings me back to self and ultimately grounded in a major way...and I feel it helps me make decisions better, concentrate more, causes less worrysome thoughts...helps me live in the present and not freak out about unforseen future...and stuff that will not seem so important in 20 years.
Sometimes the poses seem painful, but not so much if one breathes through it---holding the poses can be tuff, but it's synonymous with life sometimes...when u have to go thru things that feel uncomfortable, but will benefit u in the long run and bring u some kind of stability, love, peace, sense of accomplishment, love for self.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
these lyrics represent such a pure, true love...awww
If I ever forget this kind of precious-ness, pinch me
Do You Remember... by Jack Johnson
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do
It was some time in early September
You were lazy about it, you made me wait around.
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind
So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
It wasn't hard to find, you painted flowers on
I guess that I was afraid that if you rolled away
You might not roll back my direction really soon
But I was crazy about you then and now
The craziest thing of all, over ten years have gone by
And you're still mine, we're locked in time
Let's rewind
Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie
I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house now you still say we are
We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away but we were still in town
Now I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don't like to look at
Well all these times they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
But you're still mine.
Do you remember?"
Do You Remember... by Jack Johnson
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do
It was some time in early September
You were lazy about it, you made me wait around.
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind
So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
It wasn't hard to find, you painted flowers on
I guess that I was afraid that if you rolled away
You might not roll back my direction really soon
But I was crazy about you then and now
The craziest thing of all, over ten years have gone by
And you're still mine, we're locked in time
Let's rewind
Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie
I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house now you still say we are
We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away but we were still in town
Now I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don't like to look at
Well all these times they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
But you're still mine.
Do you remember?"
Sunday, October 01, 2006
The Rose
"It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live"
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live"
Angel
Angel by Sarah Mclauchlan
"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it okay. There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of the angels, fly away from here. From this dark cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here. "
Suddenly I'm remembering tonight and feeling like I wish that I could see my friends/family every day, that people never have to lose ones they care for, and that people never have to part once they've recognized each other's souls.
"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it okay. There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of the angels, fly away from here. From this dark cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here. "
Suddenly I'm remembering tonight and feeling like I wish that I could see my friends/family every day, that people never have to lose ones they care for, and that people never have to part once they've recognized each other's souls.
"Fragile" by Sting
Fragile
Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are
Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say How fragile we are How fragile we are
Thursday, August 31, 2006
A send-out to children of the world
"How could anyone ever tell you...you were anything less than beautiful? How could anyone ever tell you...you were less than whole?
How could anyone fail to tell you...that your loving is a miracle? And how deeply you're connected to my soul...?"
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I walk on gold
I walk on gold
above the mold
of everyday living and everyday life.
I walk on gold
the truth is told
and love is what I feel...
it is so bold
to walk on gold
and let the light sink in...
It's hard I'm told
to walk on gold, to feel the soul,
to be bought, not sold, to bring
in sweetness one hundred fold.
Sometimes I'm pulled to not walk
on gold and search for pain instead.
Though my heart beats true,
however blue when I find
myself strolling down a brilliant
path of shimmery, glittering,
blinding path of gold.
-GB
above the mold
of everyday living and everyday life.
I walk on gold
the truth is told
and love is what I feel...
it is so bold
to walk on gold
and let the light sink in...
It's hard I'm told
to walk on gold, to feel the soul,
to be bought, not sold, to bring
in sweetness one hundred fold.
Sometimes I'm pulled to not walk
on gold and search for pain instead.
Though my heart beats true,
however blue when I find
myself strolling down a brilliant
path of shimmery, glittering,
blinding path of gold.
-GB
What can be done with these kids?
What can be done with these kids?
What can be done with these kids?!
My time with them is on the skids.
Sometimes I hardly have any hope for them...
And it makes me sad, so sad.
Now I want to leave them, but not really...
It's hard. This sadness for them.
what can be done with these kids!?
...watching vids, on the skids, piercing their very own eyelids.
-GB
What can be done with these kids?!
My time with them is on the skids.
Sometimes I hardly have any hope for them...
And it makes me sad, so sad.
Now I want to leave them, but not really...
It's hard. This sadness for them.
what can be done with these kids!?
...watching vids, on the skids, piercing their very own eyelids.
-GB
Mary's Song
Amidst blue and white veils in gold,
she smiles her love. every verse is her song.
Flowers she brings through the sun's strong rays.
She sits with me here. I feel her gaze.
She showers on me millions of flowers:
Orange, blue, red, and pink.
Only love is what she speaks.
"with these I heal what has been torn."
She stands above me. Only love.
"What feels like pain is caressed in my blue.
What feels like aching is softly hued..."
she smiles her love. every verse is her song.
Flowers she brings through the sun's strong rays.
She sits with me here. I feel her gaze.
She showers on me millions of flowers:
Orange, blue, red, and pink.
Only love is what she speaks.
"with these I heal what has been torn."
She stands above me. Only love.
"What feels like pain is caressed in my blue.
What feels like aching is softly hued..."
Haiku about a purple rose
Purple blooming rose (5 syllables)
Rise swiftly toward your tall stance (7)
Envelop me please (5)
Rise swiftly toward your tall stance (7)
Envelop me please (5)
Self Realization
Nature surrounds
The light in me expands
And I feel you blooming like a lotus flower
from the core of my soul.
When have I felt this?
Long ago amidst desert plains
when skies were smog free and stars
were bright as can be.
I feel you and can see us playing and tumbling
into fields and fields of joy and surrender.
-GB
The light in me expands
And I feel you blooming like a lotus flower
from the core of my soul.
When have I felt this?
Long ago amidst desert plains
when skies were smog free and stars
were bright as can be.
I feel you and can see us playing and tumbling
into fields and fields of joy and surrender.
-GB
Sunday, July 30, 2006
yoga 101
yoga info 101
definition
"the Sanskrit name for a wide range of self-transformative disciplines originating in India some 5,000 years.
The word Yoga is derived from the Sanskrit root "yuj", i.e "to yoke" [to the spirit] meaning "union of the Individual Soul (Atman) with the Universal Soul (Brahman). Yoga embraces a wide range of disciplines whose ultimate goal is the joining of body, mind and spirit, a conscious unification into Oneness.
In the Western world, the most popular form is Hatha Yoga, (Sanskrit for "Union of Force"), a form of Yoga that stresses mastery of the physical body as a gateway to attaining spiritual perfection.
When incorporated into our daily lives, even in miniscule doses, yoga offers us multiple benefits. In our task-filled, busy days, yoga provides us a respite to energize our bodies and calm our minds. In fact, most people begin to see and feel improvements in their flexibility, strength and stress levels after only a few classes.
The major branches of Yoga are
Raja-Yoga (the royal path of meditation)
Karma-Yoga (the path of self-transcending action)
Bhakti-Yoga (the path of devotion)
Jnana-Yoga (the path of wisdom)
Tantra-Yoga (which includes Kundalini-Yoga)
Mantra-Yoga (the path of transformative sound)
Hatha-Yoga (the forceful path of physical cultivation)"
definition
"the Sanskrit name for a wide range of self-transformative disciplines originating in India some 5,000 years.
The word Yoga is derived from the Sanskrit root "yuj", i.e "to yoke" [to the spirit] meaning "union of the Individual Soul (Atman) with the Universal Soul (Brahman). Yoga embraces a wide range of disciplines whose ultimate goal is the joining of body, mind and spirit, a conscious unification into Oneness.
In the Western world, the most popular form is Hatha Yoga, (Sanskrit for "Union of Force"), a form of Yoga that stresses mastery of the physical body as a gateway to attaining spiritual perfection.
When incorporated into our daily lives, even in miniscule doses, yoga offers us multiple benefits. In our task-filled, busy days, yoga provides us a respite to energize our bodies and calm our minds. In fact, most people begin to see and feel improvements in their flexibility, strength and stress levels after only a few classes.
The major branches of Yoga are
Raja-Yoga (the royal path of meditation)
Karma-Yoga (the path of self-transcending action)
Bhakti-Yoga (the path of devotion)
Jnana-Yoga (the path of wisdom)
Tantra-Yoga (which includes Kundalini-Yoga)
Mantra-Yoga (the path of transformative sound)
Hatha-Yoga (the forceful path of physical cultivation)"
Monday, July 24, 2006
The Moth and the Star
Ever heard about The Moth and the Star?
"A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. 'Stars aren't the thing to hang around,' she said. 'Lamps are the thing to hang around.' 'You get somewhere that way,' said the moth's father. 'You don't get anywhere chasing stars.' But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out, he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn, he would crawl back home, worn out with vain endeavor...the moth left his father's house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles away..."
-From Jame's Thurber's "Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems"
"A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. 'Stars aren't the thing to hang around,' she said. 'Lamps are the thing to hang around.' 'You get somewhere that way,' said the moth's father. 'You don't get anywhere chasing stars.' But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out, he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn, he would crawl back home, worn out with vain endeavor...the moth left his father's house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles away..."
-From Jame's Thurber's "Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems"
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Above the Rain
I just recently located this poem I wrote again...it was in a collection of poems...a makeshift book...but it got published! The title of the book is super cool: "Walk a Mile with Me"
Above the Rain
Above the rain
Mother Moon aches
for all below
to experience delicious
rainbow-misty days.
Sweet peach, rose and
aqua skies appear beneath
the goddess moon.
After twilight the sky
shifts to rust----
the sweltering heat dies.
Stormy clouds drift away
as the Earth takes on
a new reality...
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