When we are focusing on our breath, we often visualise that we are breathing in light, or good stuff and we breath out darkness, negativity.
Here is a little experiment : When you are doing this at home, next time I would like you to do the opposite, breath in all the negative and breath out all the positive, as if you want to send out what you want the world to be like instead of emotional dumping.
Let me know how it goes :)
Staying still, saying nothing,
Even when I’m dying to.
But Think. Think: Consequences
Before she even attempts
To articulate your thoughts.
Brown bird, on the fence
Say nothing, stay still.
A mindset, a stream.
Breathe deep, change the lens
No sliding down hill.
Life is but a dream.
Birds are always in sync. They always arrive and leave at the right time.
Seven years ago, my parents were driving in the French countryside, where they live.
My dad noticed a black shape on the side of the road. As he got nearer, he found himself looking into the eyes of a fledgling crow who was laying there, near a roundabout. She was only a few weeks old and completely on her own, with no parents in sight or earshot. Continue reading
A few life times ago I made a vow. I vowed to dedicate my self to help animals. To alleviate their suffering and help them to be heard. I have tried a few things over the years. I waged a war against the world, but I realised that the war I was fighting against the outside world was also happening inside me…
I think a lot of people obsess with the weather when they are conversing. I have noticed that writers seem to be obsessed with time.
Here we are, at the end of May.
Boy turned 10 earlier on this month. I still dont understand where that time went…
Today we went to the 12th edition of Robots Live! in Burgess Hill.
Boy has been such a fan of the TV show Robot Wars, building his own cardboard versions of the heavy weight robots he has spent so long watching as they annihilate one another…
I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…