Things to Watch While You Drive
Posted: July 16, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: compassion, gratitude, Joyce Sutphen, kindness, love, Omaha, Things to Watch While You Drive, Travel 6 Comments…
The trees, slipping
across the fields, changing places with
barns and silos,
the hills, rolling over
on command, their bellies
green and leafy,
the sun-tiger, riding
on your rooftop, its shadow racing
up and down the ditches,
a flock of birds,
carrying the sky by the corners,
a giant sheet of blue,
the road, always
twisting towards or away from you —
both, at the same time.
What We Might Be, What We Are
Posted: July 2, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: life, love, passion, Poetry, Prose, X. J. Kennedy 7 Comments…
If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,
If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.
If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We’d not even need to write letters
To put our affection across,
But you’re just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I’m a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we’ll stay slightly remote.
: Eh :
Posted: July 1, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: Canada, Canada Day, hockey, Justin Beiber, kindness, life, love, Maple Syrup, Meditaion, Mindfulness, NHL, passion, Poutine, yoga 2 CommentsCanada is not the party. Its the apartment above the party-
Everything in our lives ebbs and flows at its own natural speed; when rushed, unpleasant “things” tend to happen. Personal change is most effective when it occurs slowly, allowing our behavior(s) to become automatic, and part of who we truly are.
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Daily Meditation:
The rigors of daily life are like a stirred-up lake during a busy mid-week holiday: Allow the wake to calm and the mud will settle, clearing the water, our minds, our hearts. Happy Canada-Land Day!!!
: Meaningful :
Posted: June 29, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: biking, Conversation, cycling, kindness, Mindfulness, Omaha, passion, weekend, yoga 8 CommentsThe only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend-
Romanticizing, endlessly, about the past is a passionate avocation, and dare I say an easy one to indulge in, as long as you overlook the self-serving conversations such as renewable-clean energy sources, carbon offsets, living a gluten-free lifestyle and what happened this past weekend while on holiday. That said, some cultural bygones such as meaningful conversation among close friends really do have their merits.
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Few “things” in life are in fact as pleasurable and fertile as engaging in heartfelt, close conversation. Whether you’re falling in love again for the first time, riding some sweet trails with a cycling buddy, listening to an insightful yoga instructor during class (thank you Cheryl, Suzanne and Maia) or beginning a new friendship. Open ended, seemingly unimportant conversation is essential to building a close relationship. Conversation is also the means by which we learn, via other people, how in which the world works. A meandering conversation unlocks doors to memories long ago stored away, and forgotten.
Daily Meditation:
Without conversation, conversations that take us on spontaneous journeys through various ideas and opinions, how can we being to explore and awaken the minds of others, and ourselves? Be well and have an inspiring day!
Postcards
Posted: June 25, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: Being, Buddhism, kindness, love, meditation, Omaha, passion, Poetry, postcards, Wendy Cope, yoga 2 Comments…
At first I sent you a postcard
From every city I went to.
Grüsse aus Bath, aus Birmingham,
Aus Rotterdam, aus Tel Aviv.
Mit Liebe. Cards from you arrived
In English, with many commas.
Hope, you’re fine and still alive,
Says one from Hong Kong. By that time
We weren’t writing quite as often.
Now we’re nearly nine years away
From the lake and the blue mountains,
And the room with the balcony,
But the heat and light of those days
Can reach this far from time to time.
Your latest was from Senegal,
Mine from Helsinki. I don’t know
If we’ll meet again. Be happy.
If you hear this, send a postcard.
CultFit 