Socrates asked, “If you don’t have a word to describe something, then how can you think about it?” How do you celebrate peace? What blocks you from having it? How do you embody peace within?
We are at home, happier, more expansive when invited to the party. Prana is the same. This energy, or life force is pervasive. It is source material. But when we beckon it to connect to breath with awareness and meaning, we make the party come alive.
How many words for love do you know? Can you find one more? What guides you through your fear to safety, then risk? Who heals the healer that is thou? In what shape are your ‘sacred contracts?’ How trust-worthy can you grow?
Welcome to Daily Breath Journal’s update~ A vibrant Graffiti-Expression inviting you to explore, expand, and link Yoga’s transformational facets of healing and vitality. We’ve chosen a graffiti signature because like Yoga it radiates life force. It is a ‘practice’ of the street ~ for everyone, created in the moment with passion, and a desire to make… Read more »
Have you, like Willie, been itching to ‘get on the road again?’ Is the uncertainty, at best, and terror, at worst enough to make you press petal to motivational-metal and roar off toward new horizons? Is the inner emotional current growing such an insistently high decibel that you feel something within about to give way…the… Read more »
If after tragedy we step out under the stars and actually look at the moon, we shall survive the tragedy in good form. If after profound loss we feel a new life growing somewhere within, then the good guys win. When we can move beyond the burned barn that housed our stuff, our beautiful stuff,… Read more »
Today is the anniversary of the death of the woman who gave me a second life, Helen Rosenstock. Because I am a late bloomer, she entered my life late, when I was finally ready for her vision, her tools of a transformative baptism. The person you know as Samantha, is not the person I started… Read more »
In spring, the imagination rises unbidden, Called by heat and rain And the unforgiven. Green eyes follow lush stems, twirled and budded Filled with old stories Held back in the long cold And silent fear. Air, colored in birdsong, Heralds the luxe life Beyond that endured without light, Beyond the unlived life. Absolve tired dreams… Read more »