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October 2009 
Kerala on the mind
Posted on May 31st, 2009
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Sanieh
Sanieh
Two posts in 2 days... movin' on up!
REMEMBER! NEW CLASS: I've ADDED FRIDAY 12-1:15pm STARTING THIS WEEK at Dharma Yoga on Guadalupe in addition to my already existing 8am Tues/Thurs classes... and the new location is BEAU-TI-FUL!
Saturday presented INDIA in my FACE over and over and over again it seemed... it was slightly unbelievable just how much and I couldn't help but stand in the wonder of the message or hint I was suppose to be taking from it...
I was coming home from the Round Rock outlets Sunday evening driving up Parmer when I thought I saw a store called "Gandhi" something so I turned around to check it out. Ends up it's called "Ghandi Bazar" with all kinds of Indian imports from herbs and spices to Ayurvedic products of all sorts and much, much more. I actually found soaps and ointments and creams etc that I either used in Kerala or things that I purchased at the Ayurvedic Pharmacy there. While the prices aren't *as* cheap as they are in India, they are still very inexpensive. Check it out! I thought for sure, Austin had to have an Indian import store... well I found it and it's doesn't disappoint!
I believe I shared the story of the closing beach ceremony of the last day in India where Shiva has us hand out closed, rather "tired" looking, un-opened lotus flowers to everyone (if not, here goes again...:).
I remember her words as she spoke about the path wearing us down at times. She went on to remind everyone that there will be those days where we will all look into the mirror and think to ourselves, "*I'M* a lotus flower? ME?" as we feel tired, busted, un-loved, beat up, used and broken down.
The answer to that is YES... No matter how you may look or feel on the outside or within.
So we all have this tired looking long and skinny closed up un-identifiable lotus in "captivity" of dirty leaves as shes asked us to slowly start to carefully peel back the leaves and petals...
I carried that story and reminder with me for a while and forgot about it. Saturday morning, Stephannie, who attended the experience with us, sent me the photo I took (with her camera) of my hand holding the magnificance that was this blossomed lotus flower just over the Indian sand beore I sent it off into the ocean with a prayer that warm Indian morning.
What I love about this photo is that its so symbolic capturing my inked reminder that it's all changing; nothing will stay the same; I'm not the thought or feelings as they are just visitors, like myself in this body. Nothing is permanent but impermanance and all that matters is this moment... right now... presense.
How will I LIVE today?
How will I love TODAY?
How deeply will I learn to breathe and BE?
What will I do IN THIS MOMENT to leave kisses of the beauty held so deeply in my heart; the lotus flower within, on everything that crosses or walks beside my path?
"Today there is no practice. No doing of practice. No moving, no breathing, and no doing of moving/breathing/ No distinctions or duality. Just breath moving through me. No struggle. No me. Only this one gift of breath, Taking flight."
lovelovelove,
Sanieh
www.saniehyoga.com
www.twitter.com/saniehyoga
REMEMBER! NEW CLASS: I've ADDED FRIDAY 12-1:15pm STARTING THIS WEEK at Dharma Yoga on Guadalupe in addition to my already existing 8am Tues/Thurs classes... and the new location is BEAU-TI-FUL!
Saturday presented INDIA in my FACE over and over and over again it seemed... it was slightly unbelievable just how much and I couldn't help but stand in the wonder of the message or hint I was suppose to be taking from it...
I was coming home from the Round Rock outlets Sunday evening driving up Parmer when I thought I saw a store called "Gandhi" something so I turned around to check it out. Ends up it's called "Ghandi Bazar" with all kinds of Indian imports from herbs and spices to Ayurvedic products of all sorts and much, much more. I actually found soaps and ointments and creams etc that I either used in Kerala or things that I purchased at the Ayurvedic Pharmacy there. While the prices aren't *as* cheap as they are in India, they are still very inexpensive. Check it out! I thought for sure, Austin had to have an Indian import store... well I found it and it's doesn't disappoint!
I believe I shared the story of the closing beach ceremony of the last day in India where Shiva has us hand out closed, rather "tired" looking, un-opened lotus flowers to everyone (if not, here goes again...:).
I remember her words as she spoke about the path wearing us down at times. She went on to remind everyone that there will be those days where we will all look into the mirror and think to ourselves, "*I'M* a lotus flower? ME?" as we feel tired, busted, un-loved, beat up, used and broken down.
The answer to that is YES... No matter how you may look or feel on the outside or within.
So we all have this tired looking long and skinny closed up un-identifiable lotus in "captivity" of dirty leaves as shes asked us to slowly start to carefully peel back the leaves and petals...
I carried that story and reminder with me for a while and forgot about it. Saturday morning, Stephannie, who attended the experience with us, sent me the photo I took (with her camera) of my hand holding the magnificance that was this blossomed lotus flower just over the Indian sand beore I sent it off into the ocean with a prayer that warm Indian morning.
What I love about this photo is that its so symbolic capturing my inked reminder that it's all changing; nothing will stay the same; I'm not the thought or feelings as they are just visitors, like myself in this body. Nothing is permanent but impermanance and all that matters is this moment... right now... presense.
How will I LIVE today?
How will I love TODAY?
How deeply will I learn to breathe and BE?
What will I do IN THIS MOMENT to leave kisses of the beauty held so deeply in my heart; the lotus flower within, on everything that crosses or walks beside my path?
"Today there is no practice. No doing of practice. No moving, no breathing, and no doing of moving/breathing/ No distinctions or duality. Just breath moving through me. No struggle. No me. Only this one gift of breath, Taking flight."
lovelovelove,
Sanieh
www.saniehyoga.com
www.twitter.com/saniehyoga
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