If you owned your Gifts:
Fully expressed them to Us.
Imagine that World!
My Life as a Dance:
Rhythmic and Flowing each day.
Vital in Body.
(Re-posted from November 2018)
On Saturday I will teach my first one hour soma yoga practicum to a several members of my YTT-200 class. I am a little nervous but mostly excited. Originally I was scheduled to teach on Sunday but I swapped with a classmate who needed to make a switch.
Good for me, I am getting it done soon! Wish me some good vibes. I will likely be done by the time you’re reading this but I don’t believe time is always linear, so I’ll accept your wishes before or after Saturday. 😉
And needless to say, I had no time to select a Saturday share post, so that feature will be back next week.
Happy June! Birthday month! 🙂
In my dance class this Wednesday I started thinking about my life as a song or as a dance. It is an interesting metaphor, and I had to ask these questions:
What type of song would it be?
–Syncopated, lyrical, dance-worthy, synthesized?
In what type of venue would it be played?
–Concert call, dive bar, dance club, opera house?
What genre of music would it belong to?
–Pop, rock, blues, jazz, classical, EDM, yoga, country, rap, Latin, samba, world music?
When I thought about my own life, I decided that while I would love for it to be smooth and lyrical, it tends to be more syncopated.
Sometimes there are some dance-able parts in there, and that makes it a lot of fun!
Other times I seem to be tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep time, and hoping to come out up right.
Generally, I enjoy the musical accompaniment of my life. The soundtrack includes Zumba, jazz (lots of improvisation), and some classical, when I’m lucky. But usually it is a syncopated rhythm, and I trip or dance along as fluidly as I can manage.
I am grateful for it all, and I recognize the value of each part of this interwoven melody, the story and the music of my life. Some of it is good, some of it is hard. And I am so fortunate to have each day to live it in freedom and with joy.
I’ll take it. Syncopated rhythms and all.
whispers: what do you want, Love?
Ease, flow and beauty
And so: she dances.
Showing: Ease, Flow and Beauty.
So much gratitude.
Addictions to Pain
Why are Joy and Ease so Hard?
Our Conditioned Mind
Thoughts after 2 intense days of yoga teacher training.