“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.”
—Rachel Carson
February 2011
82 posts
-4°f in missoula
tonight we discovered how quickly hair freezes at this temperature. about fifteen seconds for the first ice crystals, probably a minute for full thick icicles.
the more you know!
January 2011
153 posts
“When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk until the water ends, and sit
waiting for the hour when clouds rise.
If I happen to meet an old woodcutter,
I chat with him, laughing and lost to time.” —Wang Wei
Only I understand this joy.
I walk until the water ends, and sit
waiting for the hour when clouds rise.
If I happen to meet an old woodcutter,
I chat with him, laughing and lost to time.” —Wang Wei
-1° fahrenheit at whitefish, montana
we’ll be kissing the warm dry earth of our southern california home next week but for now, the abundance of radiant snow, its sweet forest speed, its blue powder beauty, the stars bright as pain in the hard black sky— it’s pretty good. cold smoke, they call it. it’s pretty cold.
Hey, I saw in a recent post of yours that you were using lavender eye pillows in yoga. I saw this... and thought it sounded so lovely. So I used some of the lavender I grow and made my own!
Your blog is always so inspiring- and I guess I just wanted to thank you for inspiring me in a way I never would have expected! All my love.
how sweet. you’re welcome :)
“Hello! Light the fire!
I’ll bring inside
a lovely bright ball of snow” —Matsuo Basho
I’ll bring inside
a lovely bright ball of snow” —Matsuo Basho
“
Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.
A white flower grows in the quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.
i like you, post picture of yaself? preferably doing something you love or you are good at... or maybe both? namaste
you must be new!
just kidding. check out my archive, I’ve posted many photos of myself doing what I love.
namaste ;)
winters love
- starting off the day at a sweet little yoga studio in the heart of missoula, where fir floors & brick walls & buddhas abound
- building heat through surya namaskar b & a series of radiant backbends (ardha dhanurasana with a twist! full dhanurasana with elbows to the sky!)
- lavender eye pillows in savasana
- stomping around downtown in snow boots, holding hands
- drinking sage tea, looking out at the bright light haze over the cold mountains to the west
- going ice-skating tonight!!!!
“I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” —Wendell Berry
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” —Wendell Berry
missoula, mt
- snow on the mountains, fog in the valleys
- stars in the crevices of clouds
- a growler of doppelbock, enjoyed fireside
- snowshoeing into a mossy forest of conifers for the hottest hot springs around
- dog is my co-pilot
“Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind’s commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer.”
—Wendell Berry
I've just read "Awakening" and I am so thankful for you . Just days ago, I touched THAT for the first time, myself . I was face to face with my lusts for answers and realized the answers were immaterial . Everything I knew, meaningless . I felt like I had nothing to offer anyone, no identity other than love, and for a moment I was completely terrified . I just broke down in front of everyone around me, but their love is what saved me, what reminded me, that love is everywhere . That I am not separate from the whole . And I just laughed and cried at the same time, the same as you did, and yer words have healed me of my confusion . We truly are so serious about this denial of love, about everything about our identities that isn't loving . But yer words have helped me to remember, as I hope to be reminded the rest of my life . I love you, Singing Bowls, whoever you are, where ever you are . I love you . :)
I love you too! thank you so much for your sweetness in sharing this with me. WE ARE LOVE!
“Everything becomes smooth once the blessing of His touch has been felt. It is just as, when bathing in a river, one at first swims by one’s own strength; but once caught in the current, whether a good swimmer or not, one is simply carried away.”
—Sri Anandamayi Ma
awakening
it breaks through for more & greater moments, supreme moments in which everything— you, me, all that is— shatters into THAT.
call it love.
of all the hundreds of times I’ve meditated, I’ve only experienced this caliber of awakened state a handful of times.
somewhere between laughter and tears, the lines blur.
I laugh at the sweetness of my mantra, and the sweetness of guru, and the sweetness of a stranger’s cough in the great void of silence. this, too, is love.
it goes in waves. michael says, that’s how the bliss moves.
I cry because I am humbled.
I cry because, although we have been asleep all this time, WE HAVE NOT! this is the true beauty of wakefulness: it sees through time. this is the beauty of THAT.
I laugh because we take it all so seriously sometimes, this denial of love. it is not a serious matter. we are all coming home to love. we are going home, and ARE home, all at once, in the space beyond time that is the only reality we can call home.
these thoughts just the surfacing after the dive, the choppy waves on the ocean of love that creates & sustains & destroys us in a brilliant dance with itself.
it’s just the weirdest thing, isn’t it, this being awake.
