UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH
Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Soloman cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow on drop.
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he's wealthy.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you've grown,
I look forward to unfolding another year of adventure, courage, growing, possibility, support, love, compassion, joy, inspiration and light. Thank you for sharing your journey with me.
My mantra: Lucky me!!!!
Gratitude & Big Love,
From Unfold Your Own Myth
by Rumi:"Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins..."
"Time is marked by light.” ~John O'Donohue
We stand at the edge of a new year, and the movie in front of us is OUR LIFE.
We are the star, the hero or heroine. This week we practice gratitudeand reflect on a decade of our hero's journey. Looking and leaning ahead, set intentions that draw you into showing up fully for the moments of your life.
With love, gratitude and hope for abundant possibilities,
“Time unfolds in light. In the morning, light clears all the outside darkness and the shape of each thing emerges in the brightened emptiness. Light identifies itself completely with the voyage of a day; its transparency puts the day out in the open. There is nowhere for a day to hide; it is exposed every minute to the revelations of light. Perhaps this is why twilight appears gracious; when light abandons the day, it does not believe that it will ever return and consequently permits itself an extravagant valediction in a huge ritual of color. The silence of twilight is striking because the flourish of the coloring has the grandeur of music.”
― John O'Donohue,
As we celebrate the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year,
we are reminded that the light is returning.
Homework: Consider how you are continually expanding into your Orange Zone! Continue to give focused attention to the Sternum, both in your yoga practice and as you move through your daily lives.
Stretch and breathe taller and wider into your POSSIBILITY!
“Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered, as a matter of course, just one kind word to another person.” -Mr. Rogers
Remember, as John O’Donahue says, “Words are carriers.”
“If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.” -Mr. Rogers
IT ONLY TAKES ONE PERSON
TO INSPIRE A WORLD OF KINDNESS
(It could be you!)
Your Homework this week: Go and see the new Mr. Rogers film and be inspired to spread kindness throughout your community through every interaction.
"Much of life cannot be explained, it can only be witnessed."
-From Jack Kornfield’s The Wise Heart
"Consciousness is colored by the states that visit it."
Mama Patricia’s favorite poem, in honor of her birthday!
BY C. P. CAVAFY
TRANSLATED BY EDMUND KEELEY
As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind--
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.