“Hands of Compassion” by Mayumi Oda.
In these challenging times we get to see a lot of people – especially women – rising and standing up for their voices to be heard. After decades of feminism, western women have become strong and powerful. “The fight isn’t over” I hear some of you say. Sure. But it’s been a long way.
Sadly I have met a lot of western mamas who told me how much they wish they had more time to do yoga. More time to do art… but what about being yoga?
Boy and I often discuss quotes during car journeys. We often mention Gandhi’s quotes. I usually introduce them when they are relevant to whatever discussion we are having.
One of our favourites that we like to remind each other of is :
“There is enough for every man’s need but not for every man’s greed”.
We do like that one.
We have also previously discussed:
My diary 2017 is my new art journal – which is good as this year’s diary has a BIG page for each day…
Yesterday, it was my sciatic nerve release monthniversary. It was exactly one month since my sciatic nerve untrapped itself.
Why do we always feel that we have to work hard on ourselves? On our relationships with others? On our job? Well, on everything. Why do we believe that everything has to be hard work? Why can’t we allow ourselves to deserve an easier way?
Why do we believe so hard in the “no pain, no gain” motto. Why not being easy on ourselves and allowing ourselves to take the easy route so we can fully relax into it and enjoy it, instead of choosing pain and hardship?
“A lamp does not flicker in a place where no winds blow; so it is with the yogi, who controls his mind, intellect and self, being absorbed in the spirit within him. When the restlessness of the mind, intellect and self is stilled through the practice of Yoga, the yogi by the grace of the spirit within himself finds fulfilment.”
– Bhagavad Gita. Chapter 6.
I saw a bird of prey attacking a heron in flight while walking in the woods this morning.
The heron honked really loudly and the bird of prey let him go.
I love it when boy and I have a quiet day at home, being together happily doing our own thing. He regularly comes to tell me all about what he is up to and to check what I’m doing, in case it’s of any interest to him – like I’m baking a cake or something…
Today is a quiet day. I keep a hot water bottle against my back, as I sit and paint and sip on a cup of tea. While the watercolour paint is drying I knit a bit more of my fern shawl.
“The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you grow there?” – The Buddha.
I took a week off blogging last week, as I have been reflecting on the loss of Chatral Rinpoche.
As the western world is busy mourning David Bowie, truth be said I personnaly felt very sad and a lot more affected by the loss of Chatral Rinpoche, who died at age 102, on the 30th of December.
With Christmas being nearly here, I have been thinking about the practice of Random Acts of Kindness.
Giving selflessly is likely to be one of the most useful things to do at this moment in time, if we want to honour the spirit of Christmas.