Soul window

Last night in the dark I accidentally caused my reading glasses to fall. I heard a clink and when I turned on the light I saw that the left lens had popped out. Luckily (a) it didn't break (b) I can see without them (hence my ability to type this blog post) and (c) this happened once before and the people at Visual Eyes popped it back in within seconds.

Interestingly, yesterday in yoga we worked on the Soul Body. Someone once told me that when you look into a person's left eye you are looking into their soul. Since the left lens of my glasses fell off, I guess you could say my soul is now "exposed".

What does your inbox say about you?

I've been going to sleep later than normal and I've been spending a lot of time in front of the computer. Why?

Rather than pick up the phone and call (i.e. those in the same country), people communicate via email a lot. I check often, to ensure that I don't miss anything important. But then again . . . what IS important as far as emails go? I've already deleted some or categorised them in folders (to lessen the visual overwhelm), but let's take a look and see what's left in my inbox . . . from the first email going down.
1. The Daily Love
2. Email from client for whom I will offer yoga classes
3. Invitation to connect with someone on LinkedIn
4. Email from friend in Toronto ordering photos.
5. Email from another friend in Toronto ordering photos.
6. Message reminding me to connect with someone on LinkedIn
7. Message re a reading session a few of us are doing for primary school children tomorrow
8. Email to myself reminding me to send a message to my yoga students after today's class
9. From someone for whom another artist and I wrote about our video work, for a book she is publishing
10. Yoga music sent by a friend
11. Yoga music sent by a friend
12. Message from editor re a currently-being-produced anthology containing short stories written by me and others I was in a writing workshop with in 2008
13. Message re colouring book being produced
14. Message re reading for the school children
15. Summary of meeting held re reading for the children
16. From Guru Meher re revised schedule for 2nd intensive week of teacher training (next week)
17. From client re graphic job I did recently

. . . and so it goes. 

As I was writing this, a new email from a friend came in above The Daily Love. The subject heading is "With Love".

Nice to have that at the top of the list.

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Be you

"That Humanity could find Togetherness. We are all different and it is that which makes us the same. Be yourself, love who you are and be proud. You were born this way, baby."

(Lady Gaga on the International Day against Homophobia and Transphobia, May 17, 2011)

50 Questions

A friend sent me this link today: http://tinyurl.com/yaxd7mt

I found the questions interesting. Pick one and answer it in the comments section below.

Meditation for a macaroni mind

Outside at lunchtime, White Tantric Yoga, Toronto 2011

We have White Tantric Yoga homework—11 mins of a particular meditation for 40 consecutive days. Today is day 9.

For a while since being back from Toronto (a week ago) my natural body clock had gone askew. Instead of waking up at about 3:30 a.m. as I usually do, I was getting up at 6:00-ish, feeling sluggish and heavy . . . and was doing yoga/meditation then.  It was a push, but I soldiered through it. I prefer doing sadhana in the ambrosial hours when everyone is asleep and it's dark, still, quiet and cool(ish).

This morning I woke up feeling energised and well rested, even though I went to bed at about ten. When I looked at the time, it was 1:30 a.m. Shortly after, I got up and did sadhana, starting with the White Tantric Yoga homework meditation. As I did it, this analogy came to me:

Sometimes thoughts & feelings are like the stubborn bits of macaroni that stick to the dish after the macaroni pie has been eaten. Meditation is the water we fill the dish with, to soak the stuck bits. They loosen, float up and are washed away . . . until the next pie.

Move over, Susan Boyle

In Toronto, playing the guitar while my friend Dara's dog (Theo) sings along.
(Filmed by my friend Kim)

Less is more

Heart shape on mango in drain

Before I left for Toronto on May 2, I did (what felt like) a massive clean out . . . things to throw away and give away. I went through my clothes and pared down to (what felt like) a bare minimum, tossing tops and bottoms that either no longer fit, look old, or which I don't wear for one reason or another.

Today, as I find myself clearing away yet again, I wonder: "Where does it all come from?" Despite having gotten rid of things before my trip, I return and feel as though more needs to go. I've been at it all day—putting more clothes into a bag for the needy, ripping papers, clearing everything I don't use or need. I want to bring it down to a minimum and do my best to maintain that space and "emptiness".

Why and how do we accumulate so many things?  The reality is (in my room alone) the only things I use are my laptop, my yoga mat, my bed, fan, telephone, clothing, guitar.

Back in TT

Window in Church of Holy Trinity, venue of White Tantric 2011, Toronto.

Reached back to Trinidad late last night. Feeling neutral and largely non-verbal, allowing everything to simmer.

People ask: "So how was it?"

It was beyond words. It was experiential. All I can say was "It was perfect."

Thank you, Toronto

At White Tantric Yoga, Holy Trinity, Toronto.

This has been a full and fulfilling week. Too short, yet, with all that it was, just perfect. Hard to put into words.

I leave this afternoon to return to Trinidad. Thank you, Toronto, for your usual warm embrace, rare energy and special gifts.

Walking the labyrinth after White Tantric on Saturday.

Toronto heart

 (In Toronto)

Walked for miles and hours. 

Met friends. 

Walked the labyrinth. 

Hugged a sad stranger.

Destiny

One of my welcomes to Toronto was this message I selected at Kundalini Yoga class on Monday night.

Flying out

Tomorrow morning I will be at the airport bright and early to head for Toronto. Exciting, as always. I look forward to seeing my friends again, doing yoga training and experiencing White Tantric for the first time . . . especially as the White Tantric is happening in one of my favourite places in the city.