Sunshined Flowers

DSCN4845Opening the heart. This old cell of a chest cavity.
It’s not a breaking or shattering but an invigorating cracking.
Breathing into the spaces that used to hurt, ache with heaviness & unwanted space.
Sipping more air, expanding with breath, sighing, sinking, digging deeper.
Opening doorways. Creating more spaces.

Cracking open with purpose, intention.
Making space for new, fresh growth.

It’s a speckled kind of warmth, this growing process.

Like sunshined flowers beaming from my pores.

La Luna

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Shaky hands hug a warm mug of my favorite French press coffee. Heart racing; breath shallow.

Centering my focus on the mug, it’s warmth, and the sweet smell of black coffee. I fill my lungs completely, so that they press and stretch out my upper ribs, bringing that delicious space into my upper back. Holding for a moment, sipping a bit more air into my chest, then sighing. Sighing out all the tense&sticky bits&pieces the Moon has been bringing me.

They’re like little gifts, little reminders of how to breathe, move, relax, contemplate, inquire, discover.

The past week, with big cosmic movements: the full moon, Mercury in retrograde in Scorpio, and a lunar eclipse, have left me jittery and scattered, yet contemplative and introspective.
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La Luna

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Shaky hands hug a warm mug of my favorite French press coffee. Heart racing; breath shallow.

Centering my focus on the mug, it’s warmth, and the sweet smell of black coffee. I fill my lungs completely, so that they press and stretch out my upper ribs, bringing that delicious space into my upper back. Holding for a moment, sipping a bit more air into my chest, then sighing. Sighing out all the tense&sticky bits&pieces the Moon has been bringing me.

They’re like little gifts, little reminders of how to breathe, move, relax, contemplate, inquire, discover.

The past week, with big cosmic movements: the full moon, Mercury in retrograde in Scorpio, and a lunar eclipse, have left me jittery and scattered, yet contemplative and introspective.

I often feel the Moon lifting me up and pulling me closer to her heart. It’s these moments that I begin to lose footing, walk on tippy-toes, and move quickly, almost rabbit-like. These waves are refreshing as I relish in bubbly excitement, which, as usual, is traveling alongside it’s twin brother, energetic anxiety.

So as sleep eludes me, coffee ignites me, and the moon holds me, I have been discovering, accomplishing, creating.

I set my alarm for 5:10 on Wednesday morning. I set up my beloved camera on the rooftop of my yoga studio to witness and attempt to capture La Luna in all her glory. The lunar eclipse and the moonset occurred just before sunrise. A trinity of celestial magnificence.

I wanted to capture it, to somehow possess it on film. There is something so ethereal and elusive about photography. It’s a moment, a piece of the past, never to occur again, forever embodied into a still image. It’s spectacular.

As I bundled up and hurried to the car, spilling coffee on my chilly, purple-nailed fingers, and nearly forgetting my shoes, I was caught off guard, nearly winded by the brightness the sky possessed at such an unexposed hour. No clouds to interrupt my view, it was as if the stars intrinsically knew that this was a special moment so they shined all the brighter so that they too could bask and celebrate the awesomeness of the moon.

So I watched. Bore witness to astral awesomeness. Attempted to capture the moment on film. The Sun brightened the sky in the East, while La Luna slowly, gracefully, purposefully hid in her shadows and descended from vision.

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Moments in Time

5:23 am

We’re kicking up the dusty dirt from the lowest place on earth, just south of the Dead Sea, walking towards the moonlit mass of Masada. My breath is short as the dry air sucks away moisture from my lungs and skin. We briskly take to the rocky, snaking trail encircled by dune mountains that trick the eye. The deceptively massive peaks give the illusion of closeness, as if we could simply reach out and grasp the steep cliffs, the sharp overhangs, the bulging rocks. Yet as we begin the rigorous ascent, we soon realize that we are far, far away from the top of this mountain fortress. Continue reading “Moments in Time”

The Morning Golden Rays

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

The morning golden rays shower over Kuta Beach.

I woke up at sunrise today to see what details the sunrise uncovers…

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On The Road Again

Our newest journey of journeys began last Thursday with a bit of a rough start: excessive amounts of time in buses, packing and unpacking bags, exorbitant prices for motorbike flat tires, all led to exhaustion and a bit of crankiness. But it all led up to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, lots of shore-line yoga, and playing in the clear ocean waters.

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