Friday, February 22, 2013

A powerful ahnvee

Waking with a powerful ahnvee, I longed to get outdoors. A wet grey winter has been well underway and I knew exactly how I wanted to spend this day. A bright blue sky with a bit of a breeze quickened my senses so I set them at ease. A walk was in order, it was the least I could do. A short drive later Magnolia Ridge came into view.

My adventure today took me to an antebellum home on Bayou Courtableau. Sixty acres  still remain. The present owners graciously paved 3 miles of paths  and the grounds  have been open to the public for several years. I've been meaning to visit but somehow things always seem to get in the way. Upon my arrival I found a bold yellow sign: AS OF MARCH 1 MAGNOLIA RIDGE WILL BE CLOSED TO THE PUBLIC.


Thankfulness overflowed, I had made it just in time. I stepped onto the red brick walk, my companion was amiable but there was no need to talk. Most of the trees were quiet and bare except for the magnolias, they called with a shout. Their dark leathery leaves sturdy and stout.  The azaleas were blushing rose and pink , grassy meadows and  ever so slight hills made the experience complete. Cresting the grade I gave my attention to an old gnarled tree and there on its side a big knot smiled back at me.  The chocolate brown bayou moved swiftly downstream, a reminder that all ends like a dream. Lifting my gaze I offered a salutation to the sun and headed on over to where I'd begun.

After an hour of pleasure I ran right into pain. The duality of reality, happy to have been yet sad to never be able to come again. Alas another excursion here is not meant to be. Yet I am grateful, I woke up and listened to me. 

Om shanti, shanti, shanti. 


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Thoughts become things

Once upon a time a timid little mouse of a librarian was searching for peace and happiness. She looked here and she looked there, she tried a little of this and a little of that but something was always missing.  One day much to her surprise she discovered quantum theory. The nature of matter and energy, where all things are possible. She realized that as an observer she had an influence on the object of her observation. "Ahh," she exclaimed, "so...what I perceive, I receive." Or in other words, thoughts become things.

Here goes my attempt at blogging. Along with my thoughts I'll be sharing the ideas of others, so without further ado, may the adventure begin...

Firstly, "I do hereby nominate and appoint 'Imagination' the generalissimo and chief marshal of all luckless ragamuffin ideas which may be collected and imprisoned hereafter in these pages."-Emerson

To be followed by, "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you have imagined."-Thoreau

My imagination and dreams have led me to an understanding that my purpose (or mission in life, if I choose to accept it) is to learn to love and experience joy while living an honorable human life with passion. I am passionate about expressing myself through story and yoga and my intention is to inspire others to do the same. I believe we create our lives by the stories we tell; the thoughts we think, the words we say, and the actions we take. The ancient practice of yoga strengthens both body and mind, directing us to an awareness of this creative source. 

And being here now may we awaken and remember thoughts become things.