Call us out!

This morning, Rev. Mary's Prayer of Confession seemed to ring a bell for me. Something that I strive to do for myself, and try to refrain from getting deep into with others around me:

"...we are so caught up in our own agendas that we cannot see your bigger picture...Call us out of ourselves, and direct our attention above the turmoil and drama of our own small lives."

One thing I attempt to do often is not get "sucked into" the drama of other people's lives. Oh, I'm not good at it yet. It's hard to not listen when someone begins to gossip. And I have started it myself, aching to tell someone something that I learned, even if it has no significant bearing on anyone's life! I reflect back to the post I wrote last year on satya, truthfulness. Many times, I do not feel good about it after, and I try to remind myself from refrain the next time I find myself seduced by juicy gossip.

There is also drama around us all of the time. My most memorable instances are when I'm shopping, and women are shopping and just talking inanely about ...nothing! It is something to them, maybe. But the drama about it is intensified when they begin to make their own assumptions and twists to stories. Or, if I am in a meeting, invariably, someone has to add their own personal story to a point of business we are discussing. Everyone is polite and lets that person go on about something irrelevant to the meeting. And it takes us of track.

Just like getting off track when you are trying to be steadfast in your meditation, or your humanitarian efforts, or anything. I just continue to keep in mind what is the bigger picture for me; getting in touch with my Universal Self.

And I thank Rev. Mary and the families at MBCC for helping me form a path toward my goal.

Thanksgiving

I am thankful for...

• My loving husband. Who has finally come around to his senses about his health and my hyoga...and we are connecting more now, than ever.
• My children. Sometimes I get frustrated, I think about how easy it would be to do whatever I wanted if they were not here. But then I think about how empty my life would be without them. My love for them is fulfilling and all-encompassing. I live for their hugs and kisses everyday.
  
• My mother is in a good place. Good job, good relationship. I am happy for her.
• My sisters and brothers finding their own happiness in different ways.
• My in-laws who sometime irritate me, but have hearts of gold and love my kids (almost) as much as I do.
• YOGA...oooooom. I am thankful that I found yoga, its philosophy, and am practicing it regularly.
• Dancing and singing. I enjoy dancing almost as much as yoga, and I don't care who catches me singing aloud out of tune.
• Reverend Mary. I am SO thankful that a pastor can listen and help put my thoughts into a meaningful order, without criticism or "preaching". I can talk WITH her, and not be talked "at" by her.
• My cat Phoebe, who has more patience than ANYONE I know. And her undying love for me. And how she follows me around the house.
  
• Lake Champlain. A large body of water that provide serene meditation opportunities, and lots of fun with the boys in the Summer!
• Warm coats and mittens. I am thankful for a home, food on the table and warm clothes to get me through the Winters.
• Wood stoves. Oh, man. They rock!
  

Love, Rescue Me

A song I have enjoyed in my high school days, and am enjoying again that I heard it sung by a young church choir in Ireland. Writen and performed by U2, inspirational in its own way.

Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up
And don't let me fall.
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me.
Love rescue me.

Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
Many lost who seek to find themselves in me.
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal.
Love, rescue me.

And the sun in the sky
Makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea.
I'm here without a name
In the palace of my shame
I said, love, rescue me.

In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be.
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies.
Love, rescue me.

Yeah, though I walk
In the valley of the shadow
Yet, I will fear no evil.
I have cursed thy rod and staff
They no longer comfort me.
Love, rescue me.

Sha la la la etc.
I said love, love, rescue me.

Yeah, I'm here without a name
In the palace of my shame
I said love, rescue me.

I've conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance to a new world I can see.
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me.
Love, rescue me.

Straying...away on track

The past two months have been tumultuous. I felt a real calm around me this Summer with my yoga, reading, thinking, writing. But coming out of my introspective Self was a hunger. Something I could not put my finger on. Something was happening inside. Angry talks with my husband shifted my focus to getting out of my shell. And lo, and behold! My husband began to support what I was looking for.

Being a wife and mother come with an image of what everyone expects. And I was living in that image. But it was not MY image. I know the girl I was, the girl inside this woman. She's a bit crazy, and wild. She is caring and passionate. I am now learning to merge what I need and want together in a way that celebrates my family and my inner Self.

Beyond your self

"A human being is part of the whole, called by us "universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty." -Albert Einstein

Easwaran's comments: None of us see life as it is, the world as it is. We all see life as we are. We look at others through our own likes and dislikes, desires and interests. It is this separatist outlook that fragments life for us - man against woman, community against community, country against country. Yet the mystics of all religions assure us on the strength of their own experience, if only we throw away this fragmenting instrument of observation, we shall see all life as an indivisible whole.

I am continuously amazed at Albert Einstein's insight into existence despite the contribution he made to physics that overrides humanitarianism.

Partner Yoga Poses

I was browsing Sugar's blog recently and found a bunch of nice partner yoga poses. I want to remember them: http://www.fitsugar.com/tag/Partner+Yoga

Esp. for the Girl Scout yoga I am teaching in a few weeks.