DAILY Sometimes when least expected, a magical event appears from haphazard seed. It seems all the more special as magic is in short supply these days. The following tiny story comes to you full of magical possibility, born of an odd thought in an insouciant moment Our Yoga community celebrates. We create ritual for the earth at its four quadrants of change; Vernal Equinox, Summer Solstice, Fall Equinox, and Winter Equinox. We do Suns and Lunars for Full and New Moons, plus follow festivities of many religions. We celebrate everyone’s birthday with cupcakes, candles, songs and silly hats, and tiaras. Few go unscathed and un-sung. Yoga-life is about celebrating life- as much as it is about standing the mat. This story is about the translation of light from one celebration to another, one world to another, one heart to another. It unfolds from a Yogini’s birthday just as she prepares to leave for the Amazon, an interior trek deep into unknown territory. We sing her song, she blows out candles, but the wonderfully corny crown suits her curls and incandescent spirit too well. Looking at her brightness, it suddenly becomes clear that she is to drive off in the tiara, and more, she is to include it in her back pack and offer it to a woman, a young queen, in the Amazon. It is only an instant’s recognition, silly, wayward, nonsensical, yet right. A bargain is struck, and the tiara heads off into the unknown. It is a seed of light, a silly offering of shared grace, holding abstract opportunity to be part of other’s celebrations, and community. This is magical enough, but you know that there is more translating beneath the surface. Energy fields we know nothing about have been activated. Because these un-seen fields were birthed from joy,… Read more »
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