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Beautiful Things

“Beautiful Broken Things”

They catch the light differently … beautiful broken things …musing “reflections”…
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There is a rest in brokenness. You lie on that hard ground, unable to function as you did before. So you lie there. There are no more “should s” because the luxury of self-recrimination was taken from you when you fell and broke into pieces of the earth below. “Cannot” doesn’t matter now, either. All that exists in this moment is “What is Now.”

This.

And there is beauty in the brokenness. It is a beauty of constellations in the scars,
of tides in the tears, the heat of fire in the bleeding of you.
In the abrupt quiet that follows and unexpected injury, a sacred silence fills you.
And because there is nothing left in you that can create, push, force, be, or drive into,
there is a blessed empty space, to be filled by something other than all the crazed and busy thinking, the manic achieving, and the over-scheduled hours.

This blessed, beautiful brokenness is the prayer that summons the spirit, calls forth the angles, lays us down gently.
In these seasons of humble brokenness, we are opened, utterly. There is not protecting yourself here.
This is the stripping way of ego-driven, striving conception.

Let there be grace.
Let there be mercy.
Allow the broken places to show you their beautiful rest.

The broken stick on the forest floor is the branch who earned her rest. I bless the stick. I bless the branch. I bless the rest.

– Sarah LaRosa
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With humility, allow the healing to take place …broken pieces will come together again … Here, take my hand – let me help you up… Then, moving onward you go, all fixed.
Yes, repaired, fixed, renewed … like magic, no longer broken.
No longer fragile… but strong and steady.
Now Fixed and whole, beautiful; Before shattered and broken, but you know, beautiful still, yes … fragile but strangely beautiful
because … it’s not the physical that you see throbbing with pain
but its what you cannot see that’s glowing and beautiful.
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And it’s true … realizing there’s beauty in broken things.
sm_IMG_6520Finding balance on the wobbly drift wood and sticks and stepping stones … crossing the river … healing sounds of flowing water engulfs you. Energy of healing for the broken on the mend, reaching to the cellular level, one reclaims her true essence. Breathe in – forest fresh energy; Breathe out – sayonara to the stale and the toxic. Pause. Rest. Then… Meditate. When you come out of it – you will have it back – the clarity, the sparkles, the light, the smile, the original “you”.

Bathing in the forest, rediscovering how beautiful the “broken” imperfect things are.

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Yoga

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When we are younger and still finding our identity, one’s place in the world, we want so much to be accepted, so much to be recognized and attach so much of our ego, our self-esteem and self-worth with how OTHERS rate us. At the same time, not only did we allow ourselves to let others measure us evaluate us, and allow their judgement of us to define who we are, we were looking for ways to express how best to project our image into the world… the way we want to be perceived to make that imprint since after all, we had been conditioned to have others define us. We wanted to express ourselves so much and be the light, the inspiration to others … otherwise, we felt, we are not seen and therefore, we were nothing. Unnoticed meant … you ceased to exist… or so you were conditioned to feel. So we make some noise; more noise for more … attention – we might take a lot of pictures; we exclaim to the world that we exist and matter.

In that desperate need, sometimes, we might have allowed ourselves to push beyond the edge for a shot at that so called 10 seconds of fame … pushing and pushing to propel ourselves to go higher and higher … it’s kind of like that Greek tragedy of Icarus when one is over-zealous … all that striving and achieving …With training your body can do remarkable things but sometimes … it’s not meant to do certain things as Paul Grilley will graphically show you with how we are physiologically and structurally fused together differently…and we are confined to how we are built – THAT, we cannot change. “Confined” might the wrong choice of word as now it sounds so limiting but shift the mindset – Our unique built is “protecting” us, think “amulet” power we were given from the Higher Power some may call God – its your own body structure; whatever it is, its protecting us … So acceptance and gratitude we are to feel. It is unfortunate that rather, some of us start to feel inadequate or feel that they are not “good enough” … We cannot make our humerus (NOT humorous) bone or femur bones grow longer at will – cannot make our hip sockets have a different angle or depth; nor could we change how our bones are fused… SO with that in mind, practice with gratitude and acceptance that we get to practice.

Because all of our bones are different, all of our joints compress at different angles of flexion and extension. Through our Yoga practice we can discover where we compress but our Yoga practice will not change where we compress.

1. When we practice asanas we move our joints.
2. When we move our joints our bones pivot away from each other.
3. Because the bones are moving apart tissues are stretched.
4. At first our limits of motion are determined by how much we can stretch.
5. But the ultimate limit to our range of motion is compression.
6. Compression is due to the shape of our bones.

One, our mental and emotional life is reflected in the tissues of our bodies but this reflection is primarily in the soft tissues of the body. Two, asana practice influences the health of our bones but this is something different from their general contour. It is the general contour and proportion of our bones that determines our ranges of motion.

– Paul Grilley

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Anything Cute Yoga

“Can you feel the fizz?” in yoga…

じゅわ~ じわ~ん~ ジュワ~
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Embodied awareness is in every heartbeat, waiting like poprocks to burst forth with abandon. Can you feel the fizz?


– Bo Forbes

So very GOOD for you – yoga;
So very BAD for you – poprocks ! candy heavy with sugar, corn syrup and artificial colors…

But this analogy works … Doesn’t it?
Don’t you particularly feel this “fizz” during some poses?

Poprocks with all that sugar and artificial colors but probably most of us have had this one time in our life maybe for Halloween or ? Eating it 1-2 times will not kill you I am sure (lol) so just to get the idea … This tells how you can make it homemade* … realizing what the ingredients are – all that you want to stay away from…

BUT still – I love Bo Forbes’ description of “embodied awareness” … sometimes it’s “fizzy” while your mind is no longer fuzzy with brain fog – the fog lifts to clear azure stillness.
I guess food analogies are not best used in yoga (I’ve failed with noodles vs. pretzels) but this is cute … you can really feel the expression. The feeling of “fizz” – I love it – she has a way with words.

* still, might be fun activity for the kids … and to realize where that paint like artificial colors, we are consuming that’s damaging to our health, coming from someone who no longer eats process refined sugar unless there’s nothing else to eat. When you cut the sugar, it’s amazing how much better you feel. Or better put – with my yoga practice, I have lost my desire for sugar – you no longer need it for energy or pick-me-up as we learn to better manage our energy level.

For 4th of July, something like this – poprocks rimmed cocktail (just pomegranate juice or cherry juice with club soda – mocktail is just as good if not better) might be fun though – it’s the idea of fireworks I guess … ideas.