Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter and Krishna
This morning I awoke from a terrible nightmare and slid over to snuggle with my hubby. I was aware that I could take my mind though my body and meditate on the feeling of love. My mind wandered around comforting all my achey and fearful parts. What a gift a comforting mind can be.
As my eyes slowly opened to the morning I saw a thick mist in the sky and the Magnolia tree in the back yard. I hopped up. I tossed on my slippers grabbed my camera and took photos. I took close ups of the dew covered pink and white buds. I stood on the stairs and took full length shots of the beautiful tree, the mist adding a mysterious sensation of discovery.
I anticipate the day when all those pink blossoms unfold into explosions of scent and beauty.
Smiling I entered the house to the sound of the coffee grinder and the smell the beans.
My hubby told me Easter is close to the New Year celebrated in his home of Kerala. He told me that on New Year an alter space is set up with fruits and treats and gifts set out in front of Krishna. On this new year holiday all of the family close there eyes, and holding hands, walking into this room of fine things. The family keeps there eyes closed until they stand in front of the alter.
This ceremony is done to begin the year by filling the eyes and mind with abundance and love at the feet of Krisna a Hindu image of God.
I think those Magnolia blossoms were my treasures at the feet of God. My year is starting out just fine.
As my eyes slowly opened to the morning I saw a thick mist in the sky and the Magnolia tree in the back yard. I hopped up. I tossed on my slippers grabbed my camera and took photos. I took close ups of the dew covered pink and white buds. I stood on the stairs and took full length shots of the beautiful tree, the mist adding a mysterious sensation of discovery.
I anticipate the day when all those pink blossoms unfold into explosions of scent and beauty.
Smiling I entered the house to the sound of the coffee grinder and the smell the beans.
My hubby told me Easter is close to the New Year celebrated in his home of Kerala. He told me that on New Year an alter space is set up with fruits and treats and gifts set out in front of Krishna. On this new year holiday all of the family close there eyes, and holding hands, walking into this room of fine things. The family keeps there eyes closed until they stand in front of the alter.
This ceremony is done to begin the year by filling the eyes and mind with abundance and love at the feet of Krisna a Hindu image of God.
I think those Magnolia blossoms were my treasures at the feet of God. My year is starting out just fine.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Breath Machine
I am back at wanting to be perfect again. Trying to do a really good job can be
exhausting. I am noticing that I rip the head off of my partner whenever he points out that
I am not, in fact, perfect. I wonder if a desire to be perfect it is some kind of ego high.
Like, my ego enjoys being good at something to such a strong amount that I am terrified
that if I am not good at the things that I find pride in then I am not good for anything.
What if life was a grand machine at that by simply breathing I was able to run the motor.
Then my only job would be to breath. Then all that other stuff that I think is important
and I think defines me would not matter.
Mantra: I am a cog in the breath machine and I am doing my job and that is good enough.
exhausting. I am noticing that I rip the head off of my partner whenever he points out that
I am not, in fact, perfect. I wonder if a desire to be perfect it is some kind of ego high.
Like, my ego enjoys being good at something to such a strong amount that I am terrified
that if I am not good at the things that I find pride in then I am not good for anything.
What if life was a grand machine at that by simply breathing I was able to run the motor.
Then my only job would be to breath. Then all that other stuff that I think is important
and I think defines me would not matter.
Mantra: I am a cog in the breath machine and I am doing my job and that is good enough.
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