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The Luna Cycle Honored …in physically demanding practices:

Like all things of a watery nature (human beings are about 70% water), we are affected by the phases of the moon. The phases of the moon are determined by the moon’s relative position to the sun. Full moons occur when they are in opposition and new moons when they are in conjunction. Both sun and moon exert a gravitational pull on the earth. Their relative positions create different energetic experiences that can be compared to the breath cycle. The full moon energy corresponds to the end of inhalation when the force of prana is greatest. This is an expansive, upward moving force that makes us feel energetic and emotional, but not well grounded. The Upanishads state that the main prana lives in the head. During the full moon we tend to be more headstrong.

The new moon energy corresponds to the end of exhalation when the force of apana is greatest. Apana is a contracting, downward moving force that makes us feel calm and grounded, but dense and disinclined towards physical exertion.

The Farmers Almanac recommends planting seeds at the new moon when the rooting force is strongest and transplanting at the full moon when the flowering force is strongest. Practicing Ashtanga Yoga over time makes us more attuned to natural cycles. Observing moon days is one way to recognize and honor the rhythms of nature so we can live in greater harmony with it.

– Tim Miller
First American certified to teach by Pattabhi Jois
at the Ashtanga Yoga Research Institute in Mysore, India.

Not necessarily only in the style of Ashtanga yoga, but in any styles of yoga practice, this reverence for nature is intrinsic. In yoga, in whatever styles or in any lineages, we are one with nature. Our body is a reflection of the cosmos, the universe it self. Really felt that lunar energy in Shiva Rea’s Tantric Yin workshop. Her Yin is like no other – melding the Yin poses into slow Japanese BUDO* like vinyasa sequence …flowy and buoyant – with rhythm of ocean waves at night under the stars. Slept like a baby last night – thank you Shiva Rea for sharing the alchemy in allowing the subconscious to emerge, in an “intoxicating” practice, she calls more “advance” practice of “Tantric Yin” in which she guided us into weaving a shadowy night that cloaked us all – a cloak studded with jewels that shone in the night sky …it was magical.

Through my 30 years as student of yoga, I have come to recognize the great truth that the human body is a universe – and that it is one and the same with the cosmos itself. Our bodies are literally made of the same materials that surround us – dirt, rocks, plants, rivers, oceans, and sunlight – and the wild and creative pulse of life that actuates the universe exists within the body itself.

– Shiva Rea, “Tending The Heart Fire”

* Japanese “BUDO” = Path of Martial Arts – slllooooow, in complete focus… after all, back in the old days, it was truly life or death ways of the warriors.
Really refreshing when she used the word as she looks to me like a living statue – in fact, the image if that of Statue of Liberty. She looks more like Nordic goddess or … like Statue of Liberty, only fluid and truly free, not chiseled in marble. Tall, statuesque, long limbs that really projects the pulsation of life!

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In Fertile Darkness…

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New Moon… In fertile darkness – we feel a lull where energy level tapers off. In fact, all energy may feel low – emotional and physical as the new moon represents end of a cycle. It’s time to plant seeds of renewed resolve after a good …rest. Clearing the clutter in your mind and in your surroundings and relationships. Clearing that brooding air of distrust, cynicism or even … apathy …and sowing the seeds of intentions. Time to set new or renewed intentions – Tonight. To raise consciousness. To dust off the old, shake off the debris – shape your lips like you are about to kiss a puppy and “fuuu” out-breath in quick successions – The process restarts to clean, clarify and polish until you find “it” again.

We can’t see the moon tonight but we know it’s there. Formless, shapeless or hidden, there are many things we cannot see, but … they are there. Many things we cannot see, invisible but still, exists within all the wrappings, the layers … covered and draped over … maybe even collecting films of dust…and unseen … but they are there.

With that faith, I go to find drops of nectar within. Should be SWEET:)

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The image turns into actual sensation of warm nectar in constant flow dripping to the crown of your head – then the golden warm river to flow directly to your third eye – the pool forms and the pleasant weight allows the third eye to gently close. The inner landscape is lush and imbued with soft light – ah, what a dream. What serenity.

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To be on time…

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On Tuesday, a next door neighbor called to say that her father in France had unexpectedly passed away and that her husband who she had taken to the airport at 5am cancelled his business trip and flew back to be with her and days prior, that is, last week, their water tank broke and they had no water the whole weekend because the parts needed had not shipped yet ( It’s, yes, a run-on sentence…I know). It’s been days and she still has no running water. Her husband has been taking shower at his gym whereas…she hadn’t. Perhaps forgotten, being in depth of despair. She says she needs to ask for a favor – sure, of course, I say, what can I do? She asks hesitantly – May I borrow your shower before I board the plane to go to my father’s funeral? The flight has a stopover in London so I’d like to at least shower before I go – I hope I make it to the funeral – the flight is this afternoon, she’s not quite sure when, she then says – she thinks in 2-3 hours…in trying to explain the urgency, she began to sound a bit off-kilter.

Yes, yes, Of course, I said. I then cancelled an appointment and when I opened the door to let her in, she looked ghostly, like she hadn’t showered for days (and in fact, she hadn’t – for real), looking pale and pensive. Energy of disturbance fills the air…just heavy and dark. It’s palpable. Half an hour later, she comes out of the shower looking fresh and a bit relieved. Less pensive; less anxious; more expressive and more…light. Just little bit relaxed, which yielded a subtle change in the energy field we shared – a faint sparkle returned along with colors on her cheeks.

Unplanned but … I ended up taking her to the airport because the repairmen were still there and so her husband could not leave the house. He could not book a flight out either until the following day… so … She kept on saying – I am so glad you (i.e., me) were around today. Thank you so much. Then she called again from the airport – Hey, thank you, she said … sounding like her old self. She was more herself then; well mannered and in control. I detected a hint of her usual strength in her voice. Normalcy had returned probably because she was at the airport with rest of all that humanity, all the fellow travelers, all on some journey or another.

I am grateful that I was home that day because had it been another day or another week, I would not have been. I got very little done that day as more disruptions kept happening but…
I am glad I was able to provide a little comfort.
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The above is her signature salad – she is a long time student of Ayurveda and tells me that Dandelion leaves used as salad leaves are very detoxifying. Quite bitter tasting but lovely offset with sweet Papayas. Thought of this dish today as I thought of her – Her book is soon to publish. A book her father had looked forward to reading, she muttered as we drove to the airport – once translated into French. This brought back the memory of the time when I lost my father – we all have stories to tell, each of us.

We all need to be comforted from time to time. Having gone through a loss like hers myself, I was glad to be on the side of comforting, rather than to be the one to be comforted this time… Flashback to that time when I scrambled to fly back to Japan leaving the house to my best friend, then a house guest visiting from Japan – so thankful she was there. I remember taking the taxi from Narita airport to the hospital praying – and getting there ON TIME. ON TIME as in he was still alive. Next day he was not. Counting my blessings for having arrived on time. The rest is a blur…

Sometimes we are on time; sometimes we are too late. But do not despair – we will all meet again – I guess that’s what I wanted to tell my friend as she stepped off my car to go on her journey.