 Yes, I am in love. I can say that with all truth and honesty. I am in love with the universe. I am in love with myself and all the possibilities. And I am in love with you. Each and every one of you.I am not fickle, nor am I virtuous. This love transcends gender, age and distance. I may have met you, held you, comforted you, eased your pain. I may have given you advice, whether you asked for it or not. Or, I may have yet to cross paths.I know this immeasurable love came from a place deep in my soul this past winter. It was a rebirth. As if I had taken all the lessons I learned and rolled them into a tight little ball, planted it in the ground and BAM here it is. A full blown love plant.The thing about this love is that it just grows. The more people I interact with, the bigger it's reach. It can't be contained. I can't be contained. I can't hold back. I can't stop the love. It's like a freakin' love train. This love, scares most. They don't know where to put it. It's not traditional. There are no expectations. No strings attached. Take it, leave it, no worries. It's not really about you. It just is.So watch as I continue to fall in love, every minute of every day. If I should tell you I love you, accept it. It's that simple. It's gratitude."If we believe that each and every contact of the senses with the world is a love affair: a leaf falling from a tree, a cloud passing, a fish in the river, the sensation of the sun or ash on her skin, the passing of an emotion or an idea - every second, our life provides us with a thousand propositions of ecstasy. To be this absolute lover in ordinary daily life is what causes wonderment to arise unceasingly.
When the whole of life is permeated with this tremoring
vibration, ecstasy is no longer linked to one particular
activity: It flows in all things.
Nothing is advised, nothing is forbidden, and there is no moral judgment - we aim for full consciousness, and when there is full consciousness, everything is harmony.
Without distinguishing between pure and impure, beauty and ugliness, good or bad...all the pairs of opposites are dissolved in the Divine.”
~Daniel OdierThank you The Feng Shui Guy. This came just in the nick of time.~Mamaste
(Tattoo courtesy of ConsciousInk.com thanks Frank! xoxox)
It's the first part of *re*member, and I will do that today. I will *re*connect with my passion. I've been sidetracked for a while.
Ah, sometimes this happens. Someone or something comes along and begs for your attention. You oblige. And get lost in the whirlpool of *re*ceptibility.
Lessons to be learned here. I will gather all that has been placed before me and *re*view. I'll look for the clues that will *re*inforce my mission. The mistakes and the *re*wards. I'll digest this and *re*emerge stronger, clearer more focused.
By no means am I *re*jecting this detour. On the contrary, I am eternally indebted to this valuable experience that taught me so much. I have learned it is my duty to light on whomever needs a bit of Mamaste and then *re*linquish the power. It is then their Dharma to continue.
Always come back to who you are. That is the power of the *re*.
~Mamaste
Definition of *Re*-: A prefix signifying back, against, again, anew; as, recline, to lean back; recall, to call back; recede; remove; reclaim, to call out against; repugn, to fight against; recognition, a knowing again; rejoin, to join again; reiterate; reassure.
(courtesy of Dictionary.com)
 Everyone was a little out of sorts. What was going on this week? There were negative comments thrown left and right, it was a virtual dodgeball game. If you let it, you could have been easily discouraged, or you could have quietly listened. I quietly listened.
It’s entirely natural to allow the naysayers into your space—actually it’s pretty easy. Someone gets in your face and barks out all of the reasons you are A: not qualified, B: not experienced or C: not good enough to complete your journey. You begin to let that seep into your soul. You begin to have doubts. Why are you on this spiritual path and who do you think you are?
Time for meditation. Right here, right now. Breathe. Let the answers percolate. They are just begining to grow roots.You may have guessed, this was my challenge. I was perplexed this week. I did a lot of meditating. Then it happened. I went silent. I listened for any hint, any subtle nuance in my soul.
Each of my classes holds an answer. Each session held a special gift. I learn from each one, but my biggest answer was from my Wednesday night class. I consider it to be my most rewarding class yet. A student asked me, while lying in child’s pose, if it was okay to cry.
If it was okay to cry?
It is always okay to cry. The magic was happening. She was releasing, all of the crap. She was opening up and starting to trust. Huge. It was then, I realized that I was doing God’s work. What I was meant to do. Always. The yoga, the union, was happening.
It’s amazing to envision your path and know that yes, you are supposed to be right here, right now.So to all of you who are told that it is impossible, you can’t do this I invite you to throw out the negative, the logic, the jealousy and do your passion. The universe will send a smile, a song, a tear and you’ll know that you are right where you should be.
~Mamaste
reprinted with permission from elephant journal
 Mamaste (English:/
MA-mas-tay)
Part of speech: complex noun
Definition: Leo, one who nurtures the souls of others. right brain dominant. left brain enlightened. yogi. music lover. art appreciator. gadget geek. hippie chick. spreadsheet creator.
Synonyms: caring. vague. cynical. blissful. sensitive. strong. mysterious ........TBC
A beautiful garden takes time, patience and love. Careful tending and nourishment will reveal the harvest.
This year, 2012, is turning out to be my BEST year. I finally feel that I am blossoming into my truth. I found the things that were lost in me. I discovered the fertile ground.
I'm not discounting what came before, that was the prep work. Every thing, every one, had it's purpose. I learned from it all, the good and bad.
What did I learn? How to breathe into the deep belly. How to let go of what no longer serves me. How to develop a core, both physically and spiritually. How to listen. How to speak. Yes, and how to write.
What a trip this has been. With my new found knowledge, I will sow the seeds, scatter my light and hopefully some will take root.
 As you can tell from the sky it was a picture perfect day. So armed with my camera & yoga mat, I went out to find a mystical glen to do my morning meditation. This turned into a 3 hour, heart cracking experience. Something I hadn't anticipated.My coach told me I would have to be willing to expose myself. I had to lay bare. Sure, I said, I can do that. No I couldn't. And I knew it.I have spent the last few years armed with an invisible shield. I had to protect me. You could only get so close......
Here I am, doing a walking meditation and all of a sudden, BAM, tears......WTF? Why? I wasn't thinking of anything particular? The trees aren't in bloom yet, so I can't blame it on allergies.
No, my heart started to open. All these years with all of my yogic concepts, I never fully embraced those words. The tears flowed, not with sadness, not for the what ifs, but for the what nexts. Yes, the what nexts.
I am blessed with a wonderful life, countless friends, and my new found journey. OK, so it's just a crack.....but the light is pouring in.
Shanti.
~Mamaste
I have to publicly thank a friend, for nudging me out in early March for a trip down the shore. That's what we call the beaches in New Jersey.
It was a glorious day. The temperature, quite warm for winter, the sky a crisp blue and the sun, ahhh the sun. So I took my camera and started a journey. There were surfers in the water. Mind you, the air was only 49 degrees. There were lots of folks out, doing the same thing. Getting energized.
There's something about the beach that nourishes my soul. It might be the sound of the waves crashing or the smell of the surf. It could be the taste of salt on my lips or the wonder of each breaker and how not one is the same. I become mystified.
In the summer, it's a tradition to make as many trips as possible down the shore. I am blessed to have friends and family that live there. But in the winter, it's desolate. Yet it holds a magical power.
The people walking the beach are not your usual fit beauties strutting their stuff for all to admire. No, the winter people are the introspective souls, the ones that need the shore. Looking for answers or basking in the glory of finding them. And we are on a parallel path.
So I am satisfied to start this new week. Fueled with new found energy. The gift of the sea.
~Mamaste
My 1st elej post!
Three life changing events happened to me this week and they all hinged on a three letter word. I shutter to think of the path my life would have taken if I hesitated, or worse said no.
I was asked to go to an event where I knew only two people, and I was to meet them there. Going solo, a little scary. Hmmmm, the event was out of my comfort zone, but hey, I decided to say yes. Of course it was so much fun. Great conversations, new experiences, a glass of wine spilled down my back...oh wait ...TMI. I digress.
Then an opportunity that was not in the budget appeared. Do I, don't I? But I said yes. A new door opened with new friends, new networks, it's all good.
And the best, what I have been mulling around for years. A chance to teach my target audience. It's the beginning of my dream. My magnum opus. YES! It's that big.
So, when you're faced with that choice, think of me and how I just jumped in, both feet and said yes. This is going to be F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C! ~Mamaste
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