tonight in the free bin at work I found essential oils of eucalyptus, lavender, rose geranium, frankincense & cinnamon bark. this is the perfect blend for me right now— a treat for my immune, respiratory & nervous systems— a gift from the beyond.
just visualize me gesturing wildly at the spaces between, beneath & beyond all that is, has been and will be, the infinite everything that is the manifest. (it’s not something we can express verbally, if you know what I mean.)
this record has inspired so much transcendence, bliss, and laughter in me, in meditation. it’s like… the voices of THAT are singing a devotional song to THAT, and the melodies & words are just effulgent radiant moments of love THAT has for THAT. but not in so many words. how amazing is that?
finally moved away from perceiving getting sick again as a punishment for my own hubris, stopped viewing it as ‘illness’ at all. it is the imbalances in our lives that teach us the most profound lessons— not only am I expanding my knowledge of holistic healing & living medicine, but I am deepening my compassion & empathy for others who are dis-eased, understanding what it means to be healthy & whole, and developing true faith in some sweet natural remedies.
it’s about cultivating gratitude & humility— which is exactly what the meditation teacher ordered. (funny how that works.)
“Learning how to be kind to ourselves, learning how to respect ourselves, is important. The reason it’s important is that, fundamentally, when we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe.”—Pema Chodron
when the quality of wakefulness has expanded outside of the reach of your own bodymind & the bliss of returning to the source of awareness becomes too great to contain, and you have no idea how you’ll ever come back to your embodied self, you are so absorbed & established in THAT—
when that tear of pure joy rolling down your cheek as you awaken to god consciousness is a) ALSO god and b) a loving caress FROM god—
and it slips into your mouth, and that is divine being itself kissing, with infinite love, its divine expression—
when you are infinitesmal and infinite—
and your teacher sees you are ‘bursting out,’ and you both just laugh—
and laugh, and laugh—
and you never find words for it, anymore, except when you are in this state & the words flow freely along the low hum of your mantra, a charming, silly toy given lovingly to your mind to play while your self soars in the endless silence & rests in god, who rests in the gap, beyond the beyond.
gone, gone, totally gone, completely gone, awakened— so be it!
“Always recognize the dreamlike qualities of life and reduce attachment and aversion. Practice good-heartedness toward all beings. Be loving and compassionate, no matter what others do to you. What they will do will not matter so much when you see it as a dream. The trick is to have positive intention during the dream. This is the essential point. This is true spirituality.”—Chakdud Tulku Rinpoche
“I wake every morning feeling like I’m living in a miracle – where spirituality, creativity, work, and love have all come to mean the same thing. My life has been shaped by mantras; I have become their servant.”—Deva Premal
my partner’s new project has been getting a lot of good press lately! I am way excited for the next song to drop, for their upcoming show at one of our sweet spots in san diego, and for the open road ahead. making mamabun proud <3
“Everything can be used as an invitation to meditation. A smile, a face in the subway, the sight of a small flower growing in the crack of cement pavement, a fall of rich cloth in a shop window, the way the sun lights up flower pots on a windowsill. Be alert for any sign of beauty or grace. Offer up every joy, be awake at all moments to the news that is always arriving out of silence.”—Sogyal Rinpoche
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature— the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”—Rachel Carson
at a sultry 2°f, today’s asana practice consists of mainly surya namaskara, chandra namaskara & inversions. (chandra namaskara are amazingly beneficial après-ski— our side-bodies crying out in joy pure as the driven snow!)
I just want parivrtta EVERYTHING ALWAYS, but especially in ardha chandrasana.
the snow glitters cold as the moon, which tonight will be made new. then, tomorrow, back to our dear california dream.
“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
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.
“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
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.