16/07/2018
At Ahimsa Yoga HQ (😂), we often try to remind each other to get excited by the little things, to feel blessed by the small miracles we otherwise rush past, to seek the meaning and the wisdom in the slow time of noticing and appreciating. These beautiful bubbles are blooming by our courtyard door, and I often enjoy looking at Dan crouching down to witness the slow growth unfolding before leaving the house.
Sometimes meditation or prayer, or whatever we chose to call it, is made out of tomatoes, or grasshoppers, moths or leaves. Morning meditations, silently crouching at 'the tomato alter' in the sunshine were:
A remembering of some of the wise words of mother (both mother earth and mother mother) who remind me that "where flowers bloom there is hope .... the opposite of hope is no hope, and that is a very, very dark place". Our tomatoes are blooming, especially in the light, that always, always gives me hope. .
That watering and caring for these tomatoes, that wilt and droop with neglect, is a delightful metaphor for self growth. By feeding ourselves what we need, however busy we are, whether movement, silence, sound, challenge, gentleness, laughter, tears, food, poetry, friendship, aloneness (ie all-one-ness), we grow. Without that, we wilt. So simple, yet so easy to neglect...
A remembering of Mary Oliver's words: "Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it"... because "attention is the beginning of devotion", and I want to love the world by attending to her.
Hence the tomato-based meanderings..
On another, but infinitely related note: YinYang Flow with Dan and I is tomorrow evening: 6 - 7:30pm at . Come forth, feed yourself what you need for hope, growth and astonishment..two teachers, double the love...double the meanderings...
