(I write while I eat lunch, after the first three hours of morning practice – Backbends):
Each of us are born to saver the sweetness.
Like bees and honey.
We are all bees collecting sweet offerings from different flowers, from our own unique experiences, both sweet and a little bitter.
We pool our collections in this community of life, practice, today, this moment, as-it-is here and now.
Allowing the process to happen.
The artistic expression of ourselves, through yoga.
Dance. Poetry. Art.
Allowing ourselves the freedom to do what is right for us and our own body.
Backbends. Wow! Hard! Yes! Joyous! I FEEL ALIVE!
The harmonium draws forth our voices to collect in unison.
Beautifully. Sweetly. Like Honey.
We are born to saver The Sweetness.
We can always go deeper.
More.
There is always more.
There is always the next level, the next step, refining the simplest of movements.
Expressing, experiencing the vastness of expansion.
Infinite expansion.
This body is only for this life.
Then there is the next endeavor.
There is always more. More sweetness to be had by all.
The intricacies and subtleties of each new experience/movement.
Tasting the honeycomb.
I am just tasting the honey.
Discovering the new sensations of delicious, innate sweetness and grace.
I am buzzing, like a bee, with energy, Prana (breath), and life force.
I feel like I am drunk with happiness and enthusiasm.
Even though I can’t do every pose like it is shown in it’s fullest form, my body is still trying and creating muscle memory.
It is opening up and creating more space for grace.
Drops of honey, in the form of sweat, caress my skin and I want to weep with joy.
Like the green leaves on the trees, I explode with energy.
Pushing my boundaries, my limitations are shattered and I overcome my fear of failure.
Busting down the barriers and conditioning of my own ego and mind, I CAN EXPAND!
(During the afternoon session, I take notes, I don’t want to miss a word – Meditation and Inversions):
We’re packed, mat to mat with one, maybe two inches in between.
Edge to edge.
After lunch the chatter has changed.
The voices are a bit different.
Yet a wonderful freedom and sweetness prevails.
Madhu – sweetness, honey, nectar.
Soma – intoxicating elixir, ecstatic liquid.
Ecstasy.
Bliss.
We are born to get high, get ecstatic.
We are born to be ecstatic.
But all of it contains toxicity.
There is always more – the dark side.
Being comfortable in the depths of the dark.
Noah Quotes:
“Moving in cycles and phases of revelation and forgetfulness.
Reveling in the ecstasy, then forgetting, so when it comes again we may rejoice in that, and savor it once more.
The color of the moon, milky intoxication.
We need the cycles of deep sleep, ecstatic intoxication and forgetfulness.
The play of Nataraj.
Concealment and Revelation.
Savoring the experiences of embodiment.
Ganesha. Ganapati. Masculine. Outside, In. Wounding and restoration. Having an identity independent of mother and father. Sweat. Culture.
Natural cycles of one’s own authenticity. Feminine. Tears. Inside, Out. Nature.
Peaks and troughs. Like waves, like orgasms. Born to ecstasy.
Desire is the nature of the universe.
Being comfortable in the depths of the dark.
Ecstatic through peaks and troughs and the space in between.”
In Shavasanana, laying on our backs.
Another form of meditation.
Like Ash. Cremation.
We are born again.
We rest, restore, lie down, in order to rise again and do it all over again.
Peaks and troughs, riding the waves of ecstasy and sweetness.
Rains pours from the sky like tears of the feminine and secretion of the masculine encodings.
This is a wondrous life.
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