Let it Roll

When irritation gets under my skin.
When I can feel it itching and a good hard scratch only makes it worse.
When sand paper and lemon juice and salt get in.

Breath, baby breath, and let it roll.
Off my back, like drops off a duck.
Like the waves of the ocean.
Like the rounds of a record.
Like the lilt of the samba,
Let it roll.

Take care of your mind honey, and don’t let it fester.
Be aware of your bind sugar, and untie the knots.
Stay away from the fire, and you won’t get singed.

Inhale, darlin’, smell that sweetness in the air.
Exhale, let love be the catalyst for it all.
You are okay my sweets, everything is going to be okay.

It's about Realizing

What is the true meaning of “Kindness and Compassion For All?”
What does that really entail?
My interpretation – the gist:
It’s having the power, the will, the strength, the capacity to embrace all ways of life.
Even if those ways, views, personalities, paths, methods, idiosyncrasies, habits, likes/dislikes, etc. don’t “fit” into your personal scope, mind-set, pre-conceived notions, conditioned perceptions of life.
Your life.
It’s about allowing these concepts to exist in your world, no matter if you think they’re right or wrong, good or bad, true or false.
Being able to acknowledge without necessarily needing to accept.




Thank you Dad, for putting it to me in a way I could finally understand, and please let me know if I’m off the mark in any bit of this. You have a way of wording things that I can understand.

Sunday Afternoon

Drenched in wine
we saturate our selves in Brie and buzzed conversations
Feasting our eyes on the greenness of the vineyards
stretching out before us on the hill
Three of us share on glass
with tastes and flavors exploding
rolling through our pallets
Sighing with pleasure
we listen to the sounds of water washing over rocks
and our table neighbors telling stories of their humorous lives
Sweetness hangs in the air
friendship lingers on our breath
with mutual agreement
Silence happens with ease
words walk out without judgment
smiles play across lips
and we revel in reverie

Dynaminicity

Restless again
I’ll blame it on the weather
As the winds picks up they bring scents of far off lands
The evening breeze triggers memories of nights spent in countries distant
Rain hangs in the pregnant clouds
I’m itching for new scenery
Aching for new faces
Longing for the tones of languages not quite understood
Beaches, rain forests, dirty, gritty streets
Give me new food, give me bad food, give me sweet company and late nights
Early mornings, long afternoons, and great friendships made out of new adventures

Love for where I’m at
Being thankful for what I’ve got
It hard to be still and quiet when I know that my heart wants to bust loose and break something
That feeling of wanting to getup and walk out on something important
Something I’ve always wanted to do – get up and walk out on something important – work, school, whatever
Satisfaction in causing a minor disturbance
I take great pleasure in shocking other people and what better way, than to create a little friction
Comfortable is nice
But change is even better
Dynamic is fantastic
Okay, here I go – off to teach the most vibrant WALTZ class that I can

From Noah Mazé’s Yoga Workshop May 30th 2009

(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.