Sweet Summer…

And so it is, the sweetness of longer days and blooming flowers call forth summer.  Each summer has its own story of adventure for all of us. What will this new season bring for you? As I shared with those attending the first beach yoga class of the season, I recently read an article that inspired my summer mantra: Be Open to Surprise. My own sweet summer story began nearly 6 years ago… when I met Jerry for a first date outside the Good Karma Cafe in Exeter, NH.  I never thought I would attempt an on-line dating service, let alone meet him on match.com, but I was surprised. As many of you know, we recently got married with family and friends bearing witness. Although some family members could not be present for our special day, they were with us in spirit. There have been many wonderful surprises in the months leading up to the wedding and in the month that has followed. Everything from sunshine on May 18th, to smoothly landing home after several weeks with backpacks in tow. The surprise of many miles hiked, meals shared with friends, sacred moments, and unexpected downpours all combine for a sweet start to summer. 

So today is the summer solstice AND the International Day of Yoga. Hmmm. Today is also Nel’s birthday and Tom’s birthday… both beings of radiant light.

“ Make use of the International Day of Yoga to explore different dimensions of yoga. Yoga is not just about twisting and turning. Yoga means to exist in union with the rest of creation”. – Sadhguru

Yoga offers a sweetness of its own. How has yoga impacted you? Your relationships? If we think of yoga as a meditation where we allow everything, expect nothing, and see each moment as divine, there is nothing but sweetness. Bring your yoga with you all summer long; indoors and out. Do yoga on road trips, campouts, in the backyard or abroad.

When expectations fall away and we realize we are not in control (yikes!), there lies the opening for a psychedelic surprise; for the nectar of Samadhi. Beyond what we can imagine, yield to the surprise in each moment. May your summer be complete with sunrises, storm clouds, insects in action, the smell of fresh cut grass, barefoot walks, ice cream cones, sand between your toes, outdoor dining and the scent of peonies in bloom. Let yourself be in union with all of creation.

On this summer solstice, this International Day of Yoga, this longest day of the year – may you be bathed in light. May your sweet summer begin with your own long list of adventures and surprises. 

Namaste!

A sweet start to summer indeed!

Spring transformation

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living. – Gail Sheehy

Spring in New Hampshire offers us a beautiful glimpse into real transformation. Like the earth waking up, we too have the chance to grow, change, and renew – one degree at a time. Each morning this week, I walked out into the yard and could see the landscape changing before my eyes; new plants sprouting, the growing buds on lilacs, the grass slowly turning green from the colorless shag of late winter. 

I once heard the story of how a sailor can change his course by one degree and end up in a completely different location. When presented this way, it makes sense that small shifts completely change our course, our journey, and our destination. Knowing this, are you on course for your chosen end-point or is a course correction in order? Have you given thought to your current trajectory and the direction you are heading in? This time of renewal, resurrection, and rebirth is a perfect time to ponder such questions.

Spring also brings us mud season, and the ruts that go along with it. Living on a long dirt road, each day I have been faced with the ruts and dips and holes left by the winter wear. Driving in the same ruts are predictable and give me the chance to navigate the dips at the right speed. Unfortunately, it also makes it more challenging to find a new way around them the deeper the grooves are. Once again, nature is my teacher. 

So on this Easter evening, I send you blessings of transformation. May you open yourself to new options, new routes, new choices if need be. May you make a one degree shift in the direction of your dreams. Be authentic, be alive, and honor your own needs and desires.

For more reading on the topic, I recommend these:

Transformation: click here

Joseph Campbell: click here

March Madness or Mindfulness?

March Madness or Mindfulness?

Thanks everyone for joining in our Chakra Series. The practice and awareness of the energy systems and chakras may widen the line between mindfulness and madness when it comes to real life situations. 

Like a self-guided meditation, allow yourself the chance to revisit the journey through your own energy body whenever you need to cultivate more presence. Start with visualizing a deep red, and your ability to ground yourself. Start with the feet, then move up the legs to the base of your spine. Find stability.

Next move into the sacral energy of the pelvic region. Picture sunset orange and remind yourself to “go with the flow” and yield the way water does. Feel the feminine lunar energy of gentle movements.

Ignite the fiery energy of the solar plexus to bring your stronger emotions and passions into your work, while you visualize a golden yellow of the flames. Embody strength and power; notice this more masculine way of moving. And breathe.

Now, soften enough to imagine jade green moving through your chest. With each breath of air, invite love and compassion into your being. Allow all that you touch and hold to receive this energy of the heart chakra.

Bring awareness to your throat and visualize sky blue vibrations pulsing through your voice. Make way for your truth and voice to emerge; simple truths, hard truths.

Shift attention to the third eye brow point. Imagine a deep violet light moving in and out of the ajna chakra, guiding you to see your present situation with new eyes. Look out with curiosity, wonder and compassion. Notice what you feel.

Finally, connect with the crown area atop your head. The purity and clarity of  bliss; of collective consciousness. This magical, mystical energy reminds us that we are one. As Rumi says, “we are many drops of the same ocean”. We are conscious awareness itself; we are always connected with what we call Divine.

Now, for the application to real life…

Last week I was in a faculty meeting that had exceeded the 2-hour allotted time scheduled (which is long enough for ANY meeting).  I felt the madness coming. I started watching the clock, I noticed my pulse quicken, my toes tapping, my mind reeling about the injustice of a non-productive meeting lasting too long yet again. This was the perfect opportunity to turn to the the root chakra for a little grounding. I did my best to notice my feet; to feel the texture of my socks; to imagine pressing my feet into the earth, like warm sand or cool grass, and the sturdiness of  a mountain trail. I then made the mindful decision to excuse myself from the rest of the meeting. I liberated myself from the madness, put my muladhara chakra to work and walked out. 

Tolerating the consequences…

We can likely agree upon the need for tolerance at this time in our world with discord, political polarities and broken alliances. According to en.oxforddictionaries.com, a consequence is defined as “the result or effect of an action or condition”. While it may be simple semantics, it is a good starting point.
When we moved into our present yoga “home”, one of my priorities was to place the Bhagavad Gita quote back where we could all see it. Again. Why? Well – I am particularly fond of the conversations this quote has initiated. Many people have told me that it had some kind of an impact on them or created a reaction for them. One of my favorite yogis actually asked me why it wasn’t “accept the consequences of being myself”, rather than “tolerate the consequences of being myself”?? Good question! Accepting sounds more yogic than tolerating, right? It was a lively discussion indeed.
I also have this quote on a magnet attached to my refrigerator, so I see it daily. For me, this quote immediately struck a chord. I thought it beautifully explained why yoga has been an essential part of my life for nearly 20 years. Tolerating (and accepting) said consequences keep me curious and engaged with the continuous battle between the ears. Much like Arjuna’s battle that is the REAL story in the Bhagavad Gita, I am regularly hit with:
• How is “this” happening again? Haven’t I already learned this lesson?
• Ah… it’s another part of myself that I must acknowledge
• Hmmm… am I really that judgmental?
• Am I a true pack rat? Why do I hold on to so much stuff?
• Why am I running late again? I thought I was working on being more punctual!
And so on… you get the idea.

Full disclosure… I have a growing list of what else am I tolerating these days. I have too many glass jars, boxes of tea and books (need to practice Aparigraha); I hold on to a wide range of stuff; even little scraps of paper with quotes I saw on a subway 28 years ago still fill spaces between book pages and random boxes. I am a collector and gatherer. If you have ever given me a card, I probably still have it… your kind words tucked away in a shoebox in one of my closets. I start projects without finishing them, take on too many responsibilities, and hate asking for help. I am not the best housekeeper. I am forever seeking the balance between social time and solitary time (I thrive on both). I have boatloads of self-doubt, anxiety, and an affinity for red wine. And so on… you get the idea once more.
What gives me pause and the confidence to write about these “consequences of being myself”, is a relatively new discovery. There is tolerance. I am actually beginning to soften the hard line I tow with myself. I laugh more at my own seriousness and ridiculousness; I feel emotions I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding or burying; I apologize more and care less about being right. Coupled with the aging process, YOGA IS THE PRACTICE that helps me find peace within myself; OF TOLERATING life as it is. The more tolerance I find for the reflection in the mirror, the easier it is to have tolerance for others.
And for you? How do THE CONSEQUENCES OF BEING YOURSELF show up on and off your yoga mat? Consider making your own list.

Without exaggerating, I have 5 different translations of the Bhagavad Gita on my bookshelves (all of which are open on my dining room table as I write this). This quote that I have held dear for so many years was not found in any of my translations as such. What??? So then, I succumbed to a Google search. As it turns out, this beloved quote came from former CEO of Kripalu – Dinabhandu Surley’s interpretation of the Bhagavad Gita (see the juicy article links below). What??? Now what am I supposed to believe?
At the end of the day, I have met and studied with Dinabhandu and this translation works for me (no wonder I couldn’t find these exact words in any of my 5 versions). I suppose it’s a classic example of tolerance.
May your yoga practice deepen your personal inquiry; may you forever tolerate the consequences of being yourself.

Love & peace to all,
Molly

P.S.
For more reading on other opinions on the topic, check out these links: http://www.itsallyogababy.com/your-favourite-bhagavad-gita-quote-probably-isnt-from-the-bhagavad-gita/
https://www.yogitimes.com/article/Yoga-is-the-practice-of-tolerating-the-consequences-of-being-yourself-Bhagavad-Gita
https://chopra.com/articles/5-lessons-in-self-confidence-from-the-bhagavad-gita

Creating peace, one breath at a time…

I guess it only makes sense that this is the ONLY way to actually create peace.  With this breath, and this breath. On a recent yoga and meditation retreat, many of us spent time contemplating, discussing, and reflecting upon the idea of peace. What does it look like in real life? How will we know when we have experienced peace? And finally, what are the obstacles in the way of having peace? I’m not talking about some pie in the sky WORLD peace, simply peace of mind. Now.

For me, peace is evident on a quiet day without too many things on my ‘to do’ list or in the view of Pawtuckaway Lake crusted with ice and completely still. There is peace in nature, peace in the woods, and peace in the early morning hours before the sun rise. Peace is seeing joy and ease in the faces of those I love.

When I try to honestly consider what peace feels like, I’m immediately reminded of what it is NOT; the chaos and unrest between my ears. Peace in the outdoors is one thing… peace in my mind… a whole different thing. I have been especially curious as to why it feels so elusive. Basically, my inner quiet gets disrupted when I want things to be different; when I lose sight of contentment (Santosha). For example, sitting in a 3-hour faculty meeting when I have a long list of other ways I “should” be spending my time robs my peace. When my inner critic tells me that someone or something isn’t quite right, or when the habitual stories (real or imagined) begin to dominate my thoughts, peace feels like a lofty wish, just out of reach.

For what it’s worth, going through this exercise did help me make peace with myself. Even if it only lasts for this breath. And this one. Sooner or later, I start stringing more of those breaths together and SHAZAM!

My sincere wish for you is that you get curious about what robs you from the peaceful moments that are possible. Consider those obstacles with wonder instead of judgment and take a breath. Make peace with yourself. Merry Christmas.

“Peace – It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.”

Mixed Messages

Hold on or let go? The mixed messages are not easy to discern. And so, the most prudent course is: Letting go… AGAIN! 
The plans for our yoga and wellness center have not come to fruition as hoped. We will keep the vision alive, trusting all the pieces to come together when and where it is meant to be.

 Hold on, hold on, hold on” they said,
“You’re a dandelion in the breeze,
Look what the winds of change have done
to all these autumn leaves.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on” 
This big wide world is not for you,
Hold on for long enough
for the last gust to dance on through.”

So I “held on, held on, held on
They said that’s how you know you’re strong,
But not until I wilted,
Did I notice something wrong.

I thought holding on was bravery,
But when the winds of change do blow,
Sometimes it’s even braver still,
to let go, let go, let go.

                                                                                   by e.h. (Erin Hanson)

And what about other mixed messages? Often in relationships we encounter mixed messages. When our communication is incongruent with what our heart desires or when our body language doesn’t match what we say, there are huge gaps created. We’re up, we’re down; we’re in, we’re out; we’re moving forward, we’re standing still. I have danced with the holding on and letting go of purchasing a place for our yoga home. Each time I pushed, there was another obstacle; each time I stepped back, there was doubt. The mixed messages were paralyzing some days.

No trash for the dumpster?

This site caught my attention on a recent run. Talk about mixed messages! Did I just assume that the dumpster was for trash? Do things (and words, and actions) always have mixed meanings? I’m certainly no expert or guru on these issues, but I have found it interesting to wrestle with in my head.

Ahh. Right. What the mind can’t understand, it tries to label or organize or analyze or worse. Perhaps we look to nature for clarity when we can’t “think” the answers. Just as the trees generously “let go” and shed their leaves, we can do the same with enough practice.  Let go again. When in doubt, ALWAYS let go. “Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.”  – Juvenal

So for now, you can join me on the path of letting go. Practice releasing, freeing, and allowing more space. Just like working on a posture, the more we practice, the more it becomes our new normal. The more we open, the more we create space in the body. And low and behold, when we let go, we make room for something new.

Love & peace to all, Molly