For the total development of the human being, solitude as a means of cultivating sensitivity becomes a necessity.
J. Krishnamurti

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Jamie the warrior goddess tree fairy

 I met Jamie at Kripalu, she is a true being of light and sound. I love her and miss her dearly.
We had a 6 hour wait at Albany Airport. To pass the time we played music, sang songs out in front of the airport for the other patrons, had a dance party in the Albany Airport meditation room and got funky with photo booth.

The link below is for you jamie!!! JAI                                                                              *Namaste
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1WJNXsORrc

sam cooke

sam cooke is a true legend and perfect music for a rainy sunday morning. xoxo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQU4torUz-Q

Friday, December 3, 2010

Hello

नमस्ते - Namaste
Friends, It has been sooooo long since my last post. I have returned from India and have since completed by Yoga teacher training at Kripalu. I have so much to be thankful for. Wishing you all lots of love. I am posting my first batch of pictures from India on Facebook. I will also post them on Flicker as well. Stay tuned for the links. xoxoxox

Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Journey By Mary Oliver

The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:  If you can dream–and not make dreams your master, If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:  If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!  –Rudyard Kipling