my peace by cassie premo steele
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Wordclay1663 Liberty Drive, Suite 200
Bloomington, IN 47403www.wordclay.com
Copyright 2008 Cassie Premo Steele. All rights
reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in aretrieval system, or transmitted by any means without
the written permission of the author.
First published by Wordclay on 6/17/2008.
Printed in the United States of America.
This book is printed on acid-free paper.
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At First There is a Yes
You've been there-- the dark, dark tunnel filled
with vines that capture you and hold you back
from your dreams. You struggle and struggle,
keep moving with all your might, but it is not
progress you're after. It's transformation.
I was there, too. A year ago, I was going through
a bad spell-- depression, no writing, my spirit
was dry. And one day an email came, inviting
me to join a yoga studio. And I said yes.
Maybe you, too, are wondering, looking at this, if
yoga is for you. The answer is yes.
So why did I do it?
Because in the end, all my struggling came down
to this: belief.
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I was traveling through that dark tunnel of vines,
and my legs were strong but my arms were weak.
I could move and move, but staying still was a
problem. I needed help-- someone to sing to
me, teach me to breathe, allow me to dance. I
could not do it on my own. The tunnel was long.
The vines were wicked. The dark was cold and
unforgiving.
And so I stepped into a new moment and
decided to be new. Walk away from the past.
Refuse to rebuild the illusion of my own
weakness. Take a journey into my own
possibility.
It was so easy, really.
No one tells you this because they are so busy
trying to sell you a complicated elixir: all you
really need to do is to say yes to yourself.
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And you are there. You are free. You are healed.
You are loved. You are strong. You are growing.
Say yes.
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It didn't come all at once...
It didn't come all at once, of course.
There was the inevitable rush of newness when I
first started practicing yoga. And then the innermind struggles began. In a pose, I would arguewith myself: this is so easy, what's the point?
Then I would try to beat myself up: I'm no good
at this, I'll never do it right.
But through it all, I received encouragement
from the teachers. No matter how many
cigarettes I'd smoked or egg mc muffins I ate on
the way to class, I was always greeted with a
welcoming smile. Was it possible these people
weren't judging me? Was it possible I actually
was okay just as I was?
This was a bit too much for me to handle, so for
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about three weeks, I skipped classes. Napped a
lot. It seemed the best way to quiet the voices
fighting in my head. I need a break was singing
with a rousing chorus of you'll never make
progress.
I got bored with the napping after a while and
returned to class. And sitting in meditation, my
teacher talked about being addicted to progress.
How we don't always have to struggle to get
better. How trying to be good can be a kind of
violence to the self.
I breathed deeply, and let it go. The voices. The
struggling. The judgment. The avoidance. The
competition. The constant bickering with
myself.
At first I said Yes. But now it was time to say
No.
I was starting to get it: balance. First a yes, then
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a no. First the right side, then theleft. Stretch.Breathe. Be.
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L e t t i n g i t B e
There are cultures where rest is revered. Banks
close for lunch. Merchants take a couple hours
off in the afternoon. Schools have a half day each
Wednesday. Families take month-long vacations
in the summer.
Ours is not one of them.
Is it our Puritan forefathers who haunt us from
their graves, insisting we earn our worth through
work? Or our immigrant foremothers who came
here to marry and work and forge independence
through labor? Is it the constant barrage of
advertising that makes us desire more and more,
for which we must strive and strive?
Whatever the reason, we Americans do not quite
grasp the importance of rest.
Yoga teaches that each motion must be balanced
by a rest. To be fully in an asana is torest into
it.
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How many of us walk into our houses and see
them as places of refuge instead of tasks waiting
to be done?
How many of us bathe our children with the
attitude that this time with them, young and
buoyant in the water, is a gift rather thana
chore?
How many of us look in the mirror and
appreciate our health, our breath, our life
instead of seeing imperfections there?
At the end of each yoga class, we lie back in
shivasana. The word means corpse pose, and this
alone is enough to scare people. But isnt death
part of all cycles? Dont flowers have to let go
into seeds to make way for another season?
Try this: the next time you find yourself working
too hard, clenching your jaw, rushing around
feeling you have to get it all done, let it go. Just
stop, wherever you are, lie down, palms up, eyes
closed, and breathe.
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Feel the flower in you letting go.
Feel the seed in you taking shape.
Feel the peace of where you are, right now, this
moment.
Let it be.
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Grace
My daughterwaves her arms and dances afterdinnerher tummy is full, she is happy, and I
laugh.
My husband throws up his arms in the
morninghes late for the dentist, cant find his
keys, and I laugh.
A woman in Iraq shakes her arms at the crowd
before bowing down to her dead daughter. I cry.
A baby sea turtle tucks her arms into her sides,
confused by the lights from the boardwalk, and
refuses to go further. I cry.
I open my arms during warrior pose, feel my
fingers stretch all the way from my heart.
No laughter. No crying. Peace. In-between.
I rest, at shivasana, taking the whole world in,
admitting to myself how much I feel. How much
energy it takes to numb myself to these feelings,
day after day. My sensitive nature rises to the
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surface with each breath, and for once, I do not
wish it away.
Instead, I pray.
And the teachers voice comes to me, Roll to
your favorite side. Feel yourself enveloped by a
blanket of grace.
Yes. Grace.
Grace is laughter and crying, paying attention,
letting wave after wave of emotion come and
then go. Grace is knowing we are all part of this
feeling, breathing, searching, being world.
Grace is accepting that we are pearls on the
strand of the worlds necklace, precious and rare,
yet just one of many on the same string.
Grace is not something we earn or achieve. It is
not found at the bottom of a well or the top of a
mountain.
It melts, like butter left out in the sun. It just
comes.
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T a k e C a r e o f Y o u r H e a r t
The heart is full of surprises.
Not all of them are good. My husbands father,
for example, died suddenly from a heart attack
while on his way to lunch in New York City.
He was 57years old.My husband is 58. And last week, we discovered
a blockage in his heartdetectable only when he
was running fullspeed on a tread mill.So this week hell go in for a CT scan, and
possibly a catheterization, to fix the blockage.
What does this have to do with yoga?
Everything.
A few weeks ago, the beloved teacher Manju Jois
visited my yoga studio, and while at lunch with
some of us from one of the classes, he said,
Yoga was meant to be part of life. Those people
who make it their whole life are missing the
point.
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My husband laughed when I told him this story.
Hes a yogi at heart, always chiding me about
moderation (when the ice cream comes out) and
balance (when I start getting obsessed over
something) and discipline (when I say I cant
take my daily walk because my iPod needs
syncing.)
And now this man, this yogi with a jump shot,
has been told
NoRunningNoWeightsTakeItEasyMaybeYoga.
After years of my encouraging him to try yoga,
he finally has; ironically, just weeks before the
news about his heart, hed begun taking private
yoga lessons with my teacher at the studio. (Did
I say encouraging? Ha! Nagging is more like
it.) The word encourage comes from the Old
French word for heart.
Let us remember our hearts.
Not just cholesterol counts and fears of early
death and tests, but the year after year love
chiding-nagging-encouraging of the ones we
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love.
Take care of yourself.
Do your yoga.
I love you.
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Walking Down the Red Carpet of Life
Today, one of my dreams came true: I read my
poetry at the South Carolina Book Festival. I was
so pleased to be there, so proud of the years I
kept writing, all the times I answered the
question, "What do you do?" with "I am a writer"
only to be countered with "Oh. Have I heard of
you?" that I felt like I was winning some kind of
award just by being there.
And lo and behold, what did I see as I
approached the entrance to the exhibit hall?
Nothing less than a red carpet flanked by two
life-size academy award statues.
Someone, some genius toiling away for the good
of the community of booklovers, came up with
the idea that each and every person who entered
the exhibit hall would walk the red carpet.
Feel special. Like a superstar. Winning an
award.
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This is what I've found to be true: the more
AWARE you are of everything happening in and
around you, the more vivid the colors and
feelings of your life, the more you realize that
being alive is in itself an AWARD.
The other day in Ashtanga yoga, my feet were on
fire. Poses I'd long thought of as easy, evenrelaxing, were excruciating. Rather than suffer
in silence, I said something to my
teacher. "Think of all you've got going on," she
said. My husband's heart procedure (which went
well), a busy semester of teaching, the intensity
of preparing for the festival, my daughter's bout
of pneumonia, and saying yes to a new job
opportunity-- all within the last two weeks. "It's
grounding you," she said. "The pain is reminding
you to come down to earth." "But Ashtanga has
always been an upper for me before," I
said. "You're just becoming more aware of its
subtleties," she replied.
Aware. Feeling the feelings-- joyful and
painful. Acknowledging them. Out loud. Asking
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for help when you need it. Remembering to
come back to the ground. These are the ways
that I stay aware. I will read again at the SC
Book Festival tomorrow-- and then I'll come
home, eat supper with my family, and then settle
in for a night of watching the Academy Awards,
cuddled by the green knit shawl that Ashley gave
me for Christmas.
And as I watch the stars walk, so human and so
hopeful, down the red carpet, I will count myself
among them.
Because I know how they feel. Grateful for
dreams coming true.
And you, too. You are a star. As long as you
remain aware, you win-- every day, in little ways-
- you win an award in the Academy of
Life. Dream your dreams. Say your
prayers. Find your feet. And walk down that red
carpet with me.
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Opening the Heart
Here in the South, spring comes early. As I write
this, I'm out on my back porch on a clear blue
day, surrounded by bird song. Chickadees take
turns at the feeder, sparrows hop through the
just greening grass, and a crow calls from the
pine.
My yard, I know, is always this beautiful, this
magical, but I don't always take the time to sit
still and appreciate it. * This morning, in
Vinyasa flow, my teacher started class by having
us open our hearts.
Try it now: put your hands together at your
heart, and as you breathe in, open your arms out
to the front and then to the sides. Feel your chest
expand with the breath, let your heart say hello
to the world, and then close your arms, first to
the front of you, and then back to the heart as
you exhale.
Do it a few more times.
One of the purposes of yoga is to prepare
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ourselves for everyday life--not just the dramasand crises that come our way, but the small
blessings that are in front of us every day.
Already today I have received so many: My
daughter came out of her room this morning,
already dressed and happy to meet the day. On
the way to school, she asked me who made the
first car, and I told her about Henry Ford--andhow her great-grandfather was his secretary. My
grandfather lived in Detroit, heard about what
this man was doing, and decided he wanted to be
a part of it. So he--who had been brought toAmerica at six months old from Czechoslovakia--walked up to HenryFord's door, and knocked.During shivasana at the end of class, my teacher
played the country song, "Georgia Rain," and I
was washed in memories of times I spent with
my good friend, Kimberly. Born and raised in
Georgia, she was my neighbor when my
daughter was little, and together we forged our
souls as mothers, writers and friends. She's back
in Georgia now, and her first novel will be out
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this fall.
After class, I passed my husband, who was on his
way in to take yoga with his teacher. The sight of
him--so tall, so good looking--still thrills meafter all these years.
And now, in my backyard, taking a moment to
reflect on the heart and all the doors it opens it
opens for us, I am filled with gratitude
Open your heart. Open your door with a smile
on your face. Or knock on that door of
opportunity. Or press your heart next to the
heart of a friend.
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I n t h e I n t e r i m
Just yesterday, I walked along the wild coast at
Hunting Island with my mother, husband, and
daughter, collecting shells and running through
the sea foam. It was a clear but windy day, and
the sound of the waves brought us all to a place
of peace.
Just days before, I'd attended the funeral of a
man who'd died suddenly from a heart
attack. After all the worrying about my
husband's heart I'd done over the past few
weeks, it struck me that no matter how good our
health seems, we can encounter death at any
time.
And rather than filling me with more worry, this
thought brought home to me how precious every
moment is.
We are all living in the interim.
How manytimes have you put off somethingimportant because you think you'll have time
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later? That yoga class? That trip to see a
beloved? That painting you've been meaning to
do? Those words you've been meaning to say?
As we walked along the beach, my mother, who
is as outgoing as I am reflective, answered every
compliment about her dog with, "She's got
cancer. She hasn't long to live."
At first we laughed about it. "Jeez, Ma," I said,
"You're bringing everybody down."
But later as I thought about it, Irealized she wasgiving people an opportunity to really look, to
really love, if even for a moment, knowing that
life can be quite short.
I write, my mother opens up to strangers, my
husband cuddles our daughter on the couch--weall have ways of honoring each other and the
time we have been given. This week is spring
break for many universities--a week off to restfrom the intensity of work. Make this week your
spring break, your interim, your time to pause in
the midst of work and pay attention to what
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really matters to you. And to say, "Thank You."
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That Still Spot of Beauty
I've been thinking about motion and stillness:
how yoga helps us slow down so we can focus on
the peace within, but how a regular practice also
speeds things along. The paradox is that when
you take time for stillness, movement is more
possible.
I've felt this before-- the kind of synchronicity
that occurs when you're being faithful to your
deepest convictions. Yesterday when a friend
asked me how I was doing, I said, "Good. You do
good, you get good." Doing good does NOT
mean doing what other people think you should
do. It means going within to that still spot of
beauty that is the source of faith, creativity, life.
I do this through yoga and writing. Others might
do it through synagogue or church or mosque or
temple. The thing about yoga, though, as
opposed to religion, is that everyone has a body,
so it's pretty inclusive. Yoga is not about what
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you can or can't do with your limbs but about
connecting the mind and body.
And the thing about writing is that everyone has
language. You might be intimidated by poetry,
but don't be. The fact that you are, I think on my
paranoid days, is a result of a multi-billion-dollar
grant paid to all public schools to get students tothink poetry sucks when, in truth, poetry can
rock the world.
Here's a poem I wrote last summer:
How the Rose Works
I get upsecond night of sleeping soundly, with
only one brief awakeningpast dawn.
The rose bush, already in the summer sun, just
glows. Some blossoms drying brown
on top, others down below, pinkly hot. Birds
flutter, twit, and sit. But I pay no mind.
My eyes watch the roses as I sip my tea and feel
fine. The rose does her work in silence,
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like a writer or a yogi, focused and aware, moves
so slowly you cant see it unless patient
enough to sit for hours with a calm mind, and
simply stare.
This is how I want to live my life, still and
balanced, yet always growing, open to the cycles
of bud and blooming, full of beauty, roots deep,
thorns for protection, stalks strong with liquid
flowing up to feed the bees, emitting sweet
perfume into the air.
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Did you feel it, as you read it? That still spot of
beauty, waking up in you, saying, "I'm here! Pay
attention! Stop working so hard at nothing! Stop
rushing around for no reason! Sit down. Breathe.
Let me speak."
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You Can Do This, Too
Imagine there is a net, deep at the bottom of the
sea, where trapped human souls go to hide.It is tangled, messy like hair, full of fish bones
and debris. You have to make yourself very, very
tiny to get in. And once you do, it is dark. Quiet.
There are other souls there, but no one is
speaking.
They left their voices far behind, on the land.
They were needed for nagging and whining and
retelling the same sad story of a life gone
wrong.
You know the story. It is the kind without an
ending. The kind that goes on and on. Or the
kind where you bump up against a wall and don't
know which way togo, so you stand there,tantruming, blaming everyone you know, even
though it was your own two feet that brought you
there.
You see the story clearly now, from deep within
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the quiet darkness of the net. The traps, on
land, that you set for yourself: Looking outside
yourself for happiness. Thinking having is more
important than being. Being dishonest about
your feelings.
There is no one to blame, and no one who can
save you: you know this now, from the center ofthe net.
Only you alone can untangle the strings to free
yourself.
Only your limbs can bring you up to the surface.
Only your lungs can help you breathe again.
You see others doing these things, and you think,Maybe I can do this, too.
And you do.
My dear, dear friend: I have been there. I got
out.
And you can, too.
You can.
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We Yearn for Safety
Last week, my purse was stolen. So Ive been
longing for safety.
Like new cooks who cling to a recipe, we keep
the old formula at hand, following them to the
letter. God forbid we don't have a measuring
spoon. And yet these recipes--police reports,eyewitnesses, media attention, demands for new
laws--guarantee nothing. At some point whenwe are learning to cook, we realize that the
dinners, like our lives, are bland. There's no
spark of originality, no new taste that makes our
taste buds long for more.
And so we turn off the television. The new credit
cards arrive in the mail. Life returns to
normalcy. Yet what have we learned?
The Buddhist heart sutras say that what we
endow with great meaning, what we cling to, is
an illusion that keeps us from
enlightenment. Safety is just such an
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illusion. The recipe is an illusion. The police,
the media, the legal system--illusions.This is not to say that they don't exist, but that
they have been created and we've convinced
ourselves that they are necessary and
permanent. Nothing is permanent.
And yet believing in permanence is
dangerous. It means that we can allow ourselves
to live out the script of a false life--a life of falsesafety, false speech, false satisfactions, false
sanity.
And it is in clinging to the illusion itself that we
allow ourselves to ignore other violence. The
daily 'domestic' violence against girls and
women that we tell ourselves are 'isolated
instances.' The daily bloodshed of people on
their way to work or school that we cover with
terms like 'insurgency.' Governments and
institutions ruled by the greedy who refuse to
curb their appetites.
Become aware of the presence of this moment--
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this moment and no other can bring us to a place
of peace. We are a movement culture--images,cars, appointments. We rush in and out of
everywhere and never really go anywhere. Even
in the midst of this, we can be still. We can
breathe peace. And then, later, ask
youself: What is your true service? Do it. What
is it you truly want to say? Say it. What would
create a world of true safety? Create it.
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But it is not too late. It is never too late to begin
again. The woman walks away. You close your
eyes. It is night. You are alone in the darkness.
And yet not lonely, not hungry, not sad, not
angry. Simply alone. And now, only now, are
you ready to go home. For only from the bottom
of your self can you truly connect with others.
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Summer. Time. Fun.
In the season of sun and water, beaches and
barbeques, we often think to ourselves: where is
the fun?
Is it to be found under the sprinklers misting
rainbows over barefeet?
Or in a quiet card game played with our children
mid-afternoon?
We wish.
We wish for fun. Summer means fun, right? Butnot if you're exhausted.
Not if you've had no time to yourself. This
summer, I challengeyou to change your idea offun.
Wake up at sunrise. Greet the birds. Listen to
their song.
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Here is what I heard at sunrise in Magny,
France:
A mourning dove cries--the same language as athome. I am reminded of the birds before the
bombs in Baghdad, just before the dawn, and
wonder if they are a comfort to the soldiers
there, a sign that everywhere nature speaks is
home. And then I hear a cuckoo in the distance--and a cock--always before they were pretend
things on clocks, in children's songs--andthink that no, perhaps even the earth can
mock us in our violence, so far from home.
What is it that you hear from your perch when
you wake up early? (Don't tell me you don't have
the time. Isn't that, in itself, a kind of
violence?) Do it. Set your clock. Listen.
And then tell me: isn't the rest of your summer
day just a bit more peaceful?
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And what, exactly, does peace mean?
If peace is not fun, then what are we rushing
around trying to achieve?
Slow down.
Even the sun, in the summer sky, takes its time.
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Into the Emptiness
In today's yoga class, my teacher started with a
simple exercise: writing. On one slip of paper,
we were to write what we are ready to let go. On
another, we wrote what we wanted to let enter
our lives. Thenwe crumpled up the first slip ofpaper and threw it to the side of the room near
the door.
They sat there, trash ready to be taken out, and
we began the meditation before the yoga set. The
meditation was about emptiness.
We can see ourselves as clay vessels, the
meditation said, that hold a sacred nothingness,and out of this our breath can flow, in and out,
bringing peace.
My teacher went on to lead us in a forward
bending set, which focuses on letting go in mind,
body and spirit. There is a lot ofsadness inletting go. Those pieces of paper lying on the
floor called out to us, "Take me back!"
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The reason why it's sometimes hard to let go is
that we want to avoid the emotions associated
with looking into our clay vessels with honesty
and integrity. We might get angry. We might
feel ashamed. We might be sad. But that's okay.
Because as the emotions swim through us like
fish through an ocean, we begin to feel the
enormity of that ocean, its constant rhythm
calming us, bringing us peace.
"Peace" was what I'd written on my second slip
of paper. After the class, another woman shared
with me that she'd written "Peace," too. We
laughed. Isn't that what we all want?
Try this: write down what you want to let go,
crumple it up, and throw it away. And then
breathe. Feel the emotion. Feel the
emptiness. Feel the peace. Time for you to let
go of the old and let the winds of new come
through.
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Slowing Down
Have you ever been in a yoga class and glanced
at a clock and thought, "Only 10 minutes have
gone by? I feel like I've been to the Bahamas and
back!" This time-slowing-down sensation is a
result of steadying our breath, becoming
conscious and aware of our bodies, and allowing
our minds to relax.
Remember this the next time you're stuck in
traffic, late for something, staring at your car's
clock, willing it to stop: You have chosen this
stress. You can choose differently.
You can get a babysitter one time in the next
month and vow to yourself to attend that yoga
class. (This doesn't mean that you have to go to
that class every-week-or-else-you're-a-failure.
This kind of thinking keeps you stuck. Just do
one class. As my friend Val taught me, "Baby
steps.")
You can set your alarm just a tad earlier, wake in
the dark, light a candle, and breathe before you
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start your day.
If you spend most of your time indoors, go
outside. Smell the freshly mown grass. Dig in
the dirt. Remember why this season used to be
your favorite season.
And when you're tempted to go to the mall or
Walmart to distract yourself, stop. Think all all
the junk already in your closets. Think about the
people who don't have enough. Take that money
you would have spent on one more camisole and
another pair of earrings and write a check to a
cause you care about. Sure, it only takes five
minutes, not the whole day. But weren't you the
one just a few minutes ago nodding your head at
how fast time flies by?
So, stop. Think of all the time stretching out
between now and sundown. Do not fill it up.
Feel how it is alreadyfull. How much youalready have in your life.
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Breathe in gratitude. Breathe out generosity.
And in between the breaths, feel time slow down
like sundown.
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When You Least Expect it
Do you remember the "super" named Dwayne
Schneider on the old show from the seventies,
One Day at a Time?
My sister, mom, and I used to watch this show
religiously since it was about the trials and
tribulations ofa perky divorcee and her twoteenage daughters.
The "super" was the father-figure, and one bit of
wisdom he used to impart to the family was,
"When you least expect it, expect it."
Dwayne was a yogi.
I have found that this kind of attitude helps a lot
with all sorts of situations--weather,mothering,health, traffic.
If you start out "expecting it," you'll be in the
right frame of mind when all heck breaks loose.
And instead of pumping up the drama, you'll
take a time out, breathe, count to ten, and
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breathe again.
If you start the journey at peace, you just might
have a chance of arriving in one piece.
Blessings.
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Survivor Song
A feeling of solid warmth lives now in my chest.
A certainty, a kind of faith, a stone of security.
No loss, no fear. I am past tears. I am here.
Where I am going I do not know and I keep
changing my mind about where Ive been but I
know who I am and its showing in my eyes and
my smile and my glow from within.
I am a survivor.
You cannot imagine the darkness Ive seen. But
I washed it and ate it and came out alive and
clean.
These are my breasts, now, the milk of my
heartmy words and my actions, what follows,
what I give you, as you begin your own journey,
as you start.
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Start over again. Start from the heart to be safe,
to heal.
The energy that will heal you is not a push or a
kick, not violent--but happy spirals that cling toeverything saying, We forgive.
So get it out, let it go, let it float, let it grow. See
the spiral in your eyes as you lookinto themirror. Let it change your vision.
This is now, it is the time, time to go, time to
grow, time to stop talking about the problem,time to come up with a solution. Solve it. Love it.
Be it. Lose it.
See it go away and spiral back again, no
beginning, no end. Its here. Heart. Its here.
Heaven. Its here. Heart. Its here. Heaven. Its
here.
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Re-Soul-utions
We try to make resolutions all the time. Stop
smoking. Be nicer to our ex. Lose 20 pounds. Eat
healthy. Ask for a raise. Take better care of
yourself.
Argh! It's all a bit overwhelming, isn't it? Itmakes me want to grab chocolate and head for
bed. Hide. Numb out. Escape.
I have another idea: let's try looking at
resolutions as Re-Soul-utions.
Here are three ways you might do that:
1. Instead of thinking about what you want to do
differently, reflect upon what you've already
accomplished this year. I did this in a workshop
with my friend Rebecca Jacobson (check her out
at womansoul.com) and it was amazing to count
up the number of things I'd done. It helped me
feel less anxious and more grateful.
2. Resolve to make no changes. You are perfect
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as you are. Think of yourself as a delicate being
in need of loving care, and hug and nurture
yourself. Bathe yourself gently. Feed yourself
with smiles. Let yourself rest when you are tired.
Instead of berating yourself to be better, be
better, be better, try loving yourself as you are.
True change comes from this.
3. Be a Soul-ution. Are you concerned about the
environment? Resolve to dedicate 5% of your
income on a regular basis to an environmental
organization. Feel bad for the homeless and
hungry? Resolve to volunteer. Concerned about
kids? Tutor or become a Big Brother or Sister.
It's not all about you. We're in this together.
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M y F r i e n d N a m e d T r e e
I have a friend named Tree. For over ten years
now, we have been writing to each other,
whispering confidences like the wind whispers
through branches.
She calls me Bird. I hop and scurry and fly and
twitter around and she stays still, calm, patient,
constant. Every birdneeds a tree. Every treeneeds a bird.
Think of the Tree Pose. Tall and graceful are the
arms, yet deep and secure are the roots. Life
needs up and down. Life demands balance for
growth.
What brings balance to your life? Nurture it.
Feed its roots. Water them daily. Make the soil
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moist and full of minerals. Feel how attending to
the roots adds to the branches.
We are all connected.
And even in the winter, when all is still and
frozen, we are growing. Resting is part of
growing.
Who is the Tree in your life? Tell them. It's the
best gift you could give.
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The Door of Peace
A few days ago, my house was robbed. The
burglars bashed in my husband's study door and
took, among other things, our computers. As
writers, our computers mean more to us than
any other possession, so we've been having to do
a lot of yogic breaths...
It's not as if we didn't have anger or sadness. We
did.
I fantasized about taping my voice to a loud
speaker than runs constantly from my rooftop,shouting, BACK OFF YOU MOTHER F---ERS!
STAY AWAY YOU NO GOOD A--HOLES! YOU
HEARD ME!
GET BACK, M--F---S---O-B--CHES!
Then I took a breath. And laughed.
My husband had tears in his eyes when he
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thought about how long we've lived here and
how we've come to see that the neighborhood is
really not safe anymore. So we've decided to
move.
So it all works out, right? Well, we can't really
know. And being okay with not knowing is thedoor to peace.
When we start thinking in either/ors,we losepeace of mind. Either this is a tragedy or a
salvation... Either this was terrible or a good
warning sign.... Either we're cursed or
chosen.... Neither good nor bad.
That's the phrase that came to me upon waking
the morning after the robbery.
Neither good nor bad.
It just is.
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Body of Kindness
Too often in America, the body is a thing, an
object, a nuisance, an enemy. And our
relationship to it is oppositional.
How often have you done the following:
___ eaten too much or had too muchto drink inorder to comfort yourself
___ turned to cigarettes or other substances to
get through stress
___ skipped meals or gone hungry in order to
get or stay thin
___ worked out with a vengeance, trying to beat
yourself into shape
___ skippedwork outs and numbed yourself
with television or naps
___ looked in the mirror and thought,
"Ewww...."
In yogic philosophy, Ahimsa or non-violence
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begins with kindness to ourselves and our
bodies. Let's take a look at these violent
behaviors toward ourselves in another way.
Imagine, for example, that as a group, we were
acting this way toward people in another
national or ethnic group.
Would you support
___ pushing substances on people to help them
forget their problems?
___ starving people to keep them in line?
___ beating people?
___ looking at others with prejudice and hate?
We think of collective non-violence in very
concrete ways thanks to leaders like Ghandhi
and King. Think of the differences those leaders
have made in the world. Think of the differences
that could take place in your life and the lives of
the people around you if you were to practice
non-violence against the self. What is one kind
thing you could do for yourself today?
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American Idol and the Inner Voice
My daughter and I watched some of the
American Idol audition show last night--we'vebeen fans of the show for years, and it made me
reflect upon time and growth andchange. Thefirst thing I noticed was how differently my
daughter responds to the show now that she is
eight years old. When she was around four, she
would see herself as every contestant, in a kind
of giddy, "I'm as good as that, if not better" way.
She would sing and dance along. Our living room
was the stage, and I was every judge, always
loving whatever she did. As years passed, she
began to feel more empathy and emotion for the
contestants. She liked them and wanted them to
do well. If a judge was mean, she would burst
into tears. I remember holding her, telling her
the rejected person would be all right.
But now, she sees something different. The show
is not so much about what the judges say about
the contestants, but the pure courage and inner
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light of each person who gets up there and sings.
"They're all good," she said last night, "because
they all got up there to sing."
Don't we all follow a similar trajectory as we
move along our spiritual and emotional
paths? At first it is all about me, me, me. You
start yoga or start eating healthy because youwant to look better, you want to be less stressed,
you want peace. You, you, you. There's nothing
wrong with that. And your teachers are like the
mothers who love unconditionally, giving two
thumbs up for every living room performance. It
is this love that will move you down the road.
Then you start to notice other people. You've
achieved a bit of peace and clarity for yourself,
and this allows you to feel compassion for
others. You reach out to help. You bite your
tongue. You breathe. You pass on the love you've
been given.
And then there comes a day when it's not about
you or them--you're not criticizing yourself forhow far you can stretch, nor comparing yourself
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to others. You see the light ineveryone. TheMcDonald's drive thru lady. The bully kid at
school. The annoying coworker. The slow driver
in front of you.
"They're all good," you say to yourself. "Because
they're all singing."
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Spirit of Kindness
Is Spirit kind?
Do we get what we deserve?
If we are good, does Spirit reward us? If Spirit is
kind, then can it also be angry?
I sometimes ponder these questions during Yin
Yoga--postures that ask us to stay on that edgebetween relaxation and pain in our stretch--which gives us the chance to see how our mind
reacts in uncomfortable situations.
I find myself fleeing into the future, making
plans in my head, in order to escape my
feelings.
This is what we do with ourselves--we run away,and in doing so, we run away from Spirit.
Can someone hand you a cup of comfort if you
are running like a chicken with your head cut
off?
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Picture it spilling all over the place--and thenyour anger at the mess.
"Oh, great!" we say to Spirit. "Now look at the
mess you've caused!"
Try this: sit on the floor with your legs in front of
you, a pillow on your thighs. Bend forward,
breathing into the stretch, and then stay there
for the length of a song. See what happens.
And remember: we can only sip from the cup of
comfort if we are calm and still enough to receive
it.
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L o s s , A n g e r a n d A c c e p t a n c e
Try this: quickly write down one situation of
LOSS in your life. Then one situation that has
made you ANGRY.
Then put on a CD or your iPod or the radio and
dance.
During the first song, dance out your grief,
sadness, loss: let it flow through your body.
Enact the feelings through postures, sweeps,
jumps and swirls. Let yourself feel it.
And during the second song, allow anger,
resentment, and rage to rush over you. Pound
out the beat. Clap, jump, shimmy, shake.
Welcome the fire.
And then, during a third song, LET YOURSELF
DO A DANCE OF ACCEPTANCE OF WHO YOU
ARE.
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The way to peace is not through a lack of conflict.
In fact, conflict often stirs us to courage, rising
up, and independent action.
Think of the teenager fighting with his father
and how this spurs him to move out on his own.
So, it is not disagreement, loss, anger, or
disappointment we must avoid in our search for
peace.
Rather, it is the acceptance and celebration and
meaning-making of those experiences that will
bring us peace.
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The Body of Truth
In the last few reflections, we looked at the yogic
principle of Ahimsa/Kindness and tried to
experiment with staying kind in our minds while
we stretch.
But now, we move to a bit harderconcept:Satya/Truth.
Kindness without Truth can be rationalization.
Think of it this way: Kindness is the writing, the
words we tell ourselves, as we go about our day.
"You are fine. You can do this," you might say to
yourself when you get a phone call with some
news that stresses you out.
But then Truth comes in. Think of Truth as the
metal that allows the writing, or mental attitude,
to manifest itself in reality.
Kindness without Truth can allow you to use
caring self-talk without the action necessary to
bring about wisdom.
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For example, you might hang up the phone after
receiving the bad news, tell yourself you are fine,
but run from the truth of the situation by not
following up on what needs to be done... or
having a tantrum, pigging out on ice cream, or
driving like a maniac in5:00traffic.If you were to connect Kindness with Truth, youwould know that you need to respond with
actions that are True to who you are.
Breathe into your heart. Pay attention to your
body. Find the feeling that you are carrying that
makes this event so stressful for you. And then
be the metal--pick up the phone, make theappointment, do what needs to be done to rectify
the situation and bring peace and clarity to all
involved.
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Truth and Love
I've been thinking about Satya / Truth, one of
the important philosophical limbs of yoga, and
how it relates to love.
Truth, like love, is not always sweet-smelling or
full of sugar.
We want to make it so. We want to skim the
cream from the top of life and ignore the rest.
But when we do this, we are not living in truth.
We are in denial.We are toddlers, bangingagainst the floorboards, screaming "I want it
now!"
But truth, like love, is full of hard work. It is your
great-grandmother waking before dawn to milk
the cows. Not just the sweet cream. But all of it.
The dark and cold of a February morning.
The smell of the cow poop.
The itch of the hay underfoot.
The day ahead, full of chores.
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She milked like a rural yogi, though, squeeze
after squeeze, rhythmically present to the task at
hand.
Think of her when you think of truthand love,and then pick a task you can do and do it with
patience, with presence, with the truthful
awareness that this is your life, now, in the tiny
actions, seemingly insignificant but oh so full of
love.
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Moving
Today is our moving day, and you won'tbe
surprised to learn that I've been reflecting on the
whole concept of moving. (I'd love, for instance,
to go to one of my books and look up the origin
of the word "moving" because we can learn so
much from the histories of things, but alas, allmy books are in boxes!)
Moving: to be emotionally engaged by
something.
Yesterday, when the wife of the couple who
bought our old house told me she likedthe wayI'd painted my daughter's bedroom, I was so
moved. That dream of having someone who will
love your house as you have--and the sadness,too, of letting go--came true in that moment forme.
Moving: to be in motion.
I don't think I've ever spent as much time on my
feet (and hands and knees) as I have this past
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month. Spending six hours a day packing,
cleaning, organizing becomes a kind of drug. It's
hard to slow down. As Pam said at the beginning
of Gentle Yoga last week, slowing down can feel
like slamming on the brakes in your car: the car
stops, but objects fly all around.
Moving through: to come to terms with, payattention.
In packing, I've touched every book, every dish,
every physical piece of our lives, and cherished,
discarded, let go, or saved each one. It's helped
me see how very full my life is, and feeling this
fullness helps me let go of what I no longer
need.
Moving: to move something from one place to
another.
When my husband and I were first married, we
took a canoe ride in the marshes off Kiawah
Island. I volunteered to "lead" because I'd
canoed before and he hadn't. But I wore my butt
out trying to steer the boat when I really didn't
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know what I was doing. We zigzagged back and
forth into the marsh grass over and over until
the guide came back and told us to switch
positions. I needed to let someone else take over.
I've thought of this experience so often over the
last ten years, and it helps me to remember that
moving does not have to mean being in control
or being in charge. We're in this together.
Moving on: to leave, say good bye.
Driving home from the closing of our "old" house
yesterday, my husband and I cried, sad to leave
behind the memories of all this house holds. We
came home and looked at the photo of our whole
family that was taken on Christmas Day in 1999,
five days after the birth of our daughter. So
much happiness, and yet such loss: my
stepfather and his mother, who are in the
picture, have both passed away since that day.
My daughter is a tall, smart 8year old--not mybaby anymore. My stepdaughter is a grown
woman. Yet there they are, in the photo,
surrounded by the loving walls of this house. It's
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a good house. It's a good life.
Maybe sometimes it's in moving on that we are
are moved by all we've been given, and our
hearts open in grateful movement. And like our
heartbeat, we begin again and again.
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March to a Different Drummer
Now we'll begin our exploration of the third
yama or yogic principle, Asteya, non-stealing.
With all the latest news on how Americans are
tightening belts, giving up small luxuries, andworried about gas prices and the economy, this
is a good time to think about possessions,
money, budgets, stuff--all our "stuff" and howit's connected to our "stuff."
So what does Asteya mean? Here's how
Wikipedia defines it: "The concept is frequently
confused as being an equivalent of the Westerncommandment 'Thou shall not steal' although in
principle it means more than that. Asteya refers
to not stealing, not coveting, nor hoarding, as
well as not obstructing other people's desires in
life."
Hmmm...let's think about that. In our culture,
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it's almost a sin to not want. We're bombarded
all the time with ads and pressures and
incentives to spend and acquire and get more,
more, more.
I've been thinking about this in terms of the
Earth andgoing green, though.
Either we pay the price or she does. Either we
learn to ride the bus, walk, bike, hang up our
clothes on the washline, recycle, reuse and
reduce our consumption... or she will pay for it,
and that means we'll all be dead. An
inconvenient truth, but true.
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Asteya and Abundance
I believe that one of the best ways to understand
Asteya is to cultivate a sense of Abundance. One
of the Hindu goddesses that has taught me the
most about abundance is Lakshmi.
Many years ago my husband gave me a brass
statue of Lakshmi for Valentines Day. I hadnt
known anything about her, so I called my friend,
Christi, who read me these traits from a book
while I copied them down:
Sri Lakshmi
~giver of vitality to all living things
~domestic cooperation
~shakti ~joy
~creative fertility
~goddess of abundance
~rich harvest
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For years after, Id thought of Lakshmi in terms
of "stuff" only. She was sort of an Ivana Trump-
like figure to me. Put notes under her statue for
things you want. A good hotel suite at a
reasonable price for an anniversary trip. A book
published. A successful workshop.
But over the years I've come to see the wisdom in
her gift of domestic cooperation. With a recent
move, a busted pipe over the weekend, and
delivery or repairmen coming in and out every
single day, I worry about my house a lot these
days. And whenever I am worried about my
house, my financial, emotional, or spiritual
house, I sometimes get up in the night, the house
dark and asleep, and go to my yoga mat. First, I
write whatever is worrying me. Then I put the
pen and notebook down, and lie down.
I relax my body, breathe, and focus in on one
part of my body that needs attention. And I
imagine that Lakshmi is tending to me, to that
part of me that needs to remember peace.
It is Lakshmi who reminds me that the key to
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domestic tranquility comes from paying
attention to the self, which is an endless source
of abundance and creative vitality within.
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Nest Eggs
I woke early this morning and had the fabulous
opportunity to see winter leave and spring come
in.
When I woke, it was dark, rainy and windy. The
tall pines along the creek waved in the night, andthe lights even went out briefly.
Winter went with a flourish of her scarf.
But by sunrise, the clouds had dispersed and the
light shone so brightly that the little leaves on
the evergreens shimmered.
I love spring. I love daffodils and daylight
savings time and nests of eggs.
***
As we continue to reflect upon the gifts of
Asteya, think about the eggs in your nests:
children, loved ones, your body, your health,
your home, your ideas and projects.
Honor them.
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Feel the abundance of the many gifts we have
already been given.
Feel the new season being ushered in.
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The ABCs of Support Systems
A affirmations
B breathing mindfully
C collages
D dancing
E eating healthily
F friends
G going slowly
H happiness
I incense
J joy
K kick away the past
L letting go
M making promises
N naming it
O opening
P priorities
Q question patterns
R rest
S sit down and look around
T take time
U unpack
V violets in the yard
W walk it out
X X out doubt
Y yes
Z zest
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