Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Time and Space


Time and space. Space and time. They exist only in duality. For physical malaise, rest is one of the biggest ways we can heal. We give ourselves the space for healing. Emotional rest might be called "time." They say "time heals all" and when they (whoever they are) said that, I'm assuming the subtext was "time heals all emotional and mental wounds and impressions." In that way, time might be called emotional "rest." Both rest and time have space. So we create more space, we create a opportunity for more healing on all levels.

Who doesn't want more space? Who couldn't use more space? If God is in the space, who wouldn't want more Divinity in one's life? I'm always open for a Divine Intervention. Anytime the Whole has a better idea than me (the little "s" self), I'm open to hearing it. Or am I? How can I be open to hearing it if I haven't given myself space and time to listen?

The answers we seek are closer than right in front of us. They are in us. They are us.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Trust

8-9-2011
Trust
So I just wrote this whole blog about trust directly into Blogger and I go to publish it, and lo and behold – the server is down and I lost the blog I spent so much time perfecting! I trust that no one was supposed to see that version. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Symmetry/Asymmetry


"Find the symmetry in your asymmetry." I said that the other day while teaching a yoga class to a budding young group of teacher trainees. What did I mean by that? Let’s start by defining some terms.

A-sym-me-try n 1. the condition of being asymmetrical in an arrangement. 2. a relation between 2 things where the first has a relation to the second, but the second cannot have the same relation to the first.

Wow. Look at definition #2. That’s life. Life is asymmetrical. Life is messy. Even the most symmetrical lives still have the unknown factor bubbling beneath the surface. In art, asymmetry is movement. It’s exciting. Our eye moves about the page. It’s dynamic. The relationship is ever-changing. In our bodies, it’s our organs, our right/left, even though we think of them as symmetrical, they never will be given the fact that our innards are totally asymmetrical. Asymmetry in unpredictable. Asymmetry keeps us safe. It’s easier to attack the predicted. It’s easier for a burglar, to burgle a person that has a predictable routine, And yet, asymmetry sometimes gets a bad rap. We are naturally uncomfortable with change, with things that are out of balance. We move towards symmetry. We move towards inertia.

Sym-me-try n 1. the property of being the same or corresponding on both side of a central dividing line 2. harmony or beaut of form that results from balance proportions 3. the mathematical definition 4. a state of invariance shown by some phenomena when changes of orientation, charge, or parity are made

Nice. Seriously. Symmetry in tranquil, calm, predictable. In art, it’s a state of balance. Symmetry – a state of balance. In art, when we look at a symmetrical work, our eye settles on the page. It doesn’t move around. Symmetry is stasis. It is essentially inert. It doesn’t move or move us. It’s staying power.

In the body, we strive for symmetry based on the fact that we have a right and left. But we also have and top and a bottom, and a back and a front. Our internal organs aren’t symmetrical. And yet, we focus on symmetry in what is essentially an asymmetrical organism. No problem.

In the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali – the result of yoga is “pairs of opposites cease to have impact.” Basically a symmetrical state. If the “opposites,” aka right and left, are the same, they are no longer opposites. So in yoga we strive for state of sameness. Definition 4 of symmetry says essentially the same thing. In yoga, when we have achieved a state of yoga, we are no longer impacted by asymmetry. We remain neutral, calm, content, in the face of change, and change happens. Constantly. Even while standing in tadasana, mountain pose, where you are just standing there, basking in all your symmetrical glory.

So finding symmetry in your asymmetry is to relish the change, to be able to flow with the change, yet remain flexibly unchanged. To live in the eye of the hurricane, watching the excitement orbiting around you, but to tap into that which remains essentially unchanged – our Essence, Our big S self. That place inside that knows no sorrow, that feels no judgment. That place where we rest in our Svarupa – our true nature. It is beyond the asymmetry of the personality, beyond the you/me, good/bad, right/wrong-ness of it all. Where we are a human, being. Not a human, doing.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Asteya - non-stealing

One of the yamas is "asteya" which translates as non-stealing. What does that mean exactly? Well, there is the obvious - "thou shalt not steal." Don't take what doesn't belong to you. Ok. Simple enough. Or not.

What belongs to any of us? Do we ever actually "own" anything? If not, does that mean my casa truly is your casa so we should all make each other keys? I guess then we wouldn't actually need keys. because what would be the point? 

And what of this thing called stealing of ideas? We have copyright law, patents, and just plain ego that needs to take credit for our "original" thoughts and ideas. So is the person who makes it to the copyright office first, the one who gets to claim credit, ownership for the idea that I'm sure more than one person has had. You know what I'm talking about. We have all had a brilliant idea at one point in time, and then a few months, or a few years later, that very idea is on the market. Just because we didn't act on it, doesn't mean we didn't have it, but then we have to pretend that we never had the idea otherwise it seems like we are copying someone else's idea when it was the very idea we once had? I understand the need to cling to our desire to maintain that which sets us apart from the pack. It makes us special and feel good about ourselves, but really, don't all great ideas come from the primordial pool of consciousness anyway? 

And what about hearts? "He/she stole my heart." Really? Didn't we actually give it away? Did someone hold a gun to our head and make us invest all of our energy and attachment in something outside of ourselves? Yet, when the inevitable happens, and that something outside of ourselves eventually lets us down, we feel robbed. Robbed of what? Robbed of the time and energy we invested into that which we thought would bring us eternal happiness and gratification. But remember, we actually gave our hearts. There was no gun involved, right? And when I look back at my past, all the times my heart was "stolen," I see now that the "robber" didn't actually want my heart anyway. I actually forced it on them, so not only did I steal from myself, but also from the other person by throwing all this unrealistic expectation and/or responsibility on them. Of course, they could have walked away and said no, but that's a whole other discourse.

We could go on and on and list how we steal from one another, but from where I sit, that is just a distraction to keep us from looking at the bigger aspect of stealing. The only person we can steal is, is from our self. We steal time from ourselves. We put off doing what we know is important for what society wants us to believe is important. Isn't the only thing that is of any real importance is for us to figure out who we really are, and once we have figured it out, start doing what it takes to live from that place 24/7? So, yes, when I steal time and energy away from my path to my own Self realization, I am stealing. 

Asteya - non-stealing. Don't steal from that which helps create a conscious relationship between our little"s" self and our big "S" self. And you can't use that phrase. I thought of it first...

And the time I might spend worrying about that, well, that is the real stealing by stealing time and energy away from my Self.

:-)


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Back to Blog

I took a break from blogging. Why? Because. That should be enough of a reason.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Back Home

Back home. No lizards to write about. No agaves. Just back in the real world digging through a stack of stuff. Stacks of stuff. Stuff sacks.

Moving on and forward.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Final Exam

Today they take the final exam. So what does this mean? There will be no more exams? Ever? Wow. Give me that final. Or not. Cuz then it would all be over. And life is good.

Every moment is a final exam of sorts. It's literally a "test" to see how we will decide in the moment. Will our past be the decider? Will our ego/identity? Will our soul? And how are we doing on the test? We give ourselves the grade. We give ourselves the choices we make, and therefore the life we are leading. So if you like your life, you are passing. If not, you might want to study some more.