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I Trust You God

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I was so scared.
Then I just kept repeating
I trust you God. I trust you God. I trust you God.
I was still scared.
But I breathed and kept saying
I trust you God. I trust you God. I trust you God.
Doors closed. So many doors.
Still I kept repeating
I trust you God. I trust you God. I trust you God.
One door opened.
It’s a miracle.
We’re going to be okay.
And still I’m repeating
I trust you God. I trust you God. I trust you God.

On My Terms

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Something has changed.
I don’t feel so stuck.
I’ve chosen to stop listening to the old programming,
and replace it with something better.
I have to be vigilant.
If I don’t watch it,
the same old stuff will come cropping up,
fill my consiousness, and make me miserable:
You’re not good enough.
Your life is a mess.
You’ll never be happy.
You’re a failure.

When I start to hear that stuff
(it usually begins the moment I wake up)
I listen to my affirmations app,
or The Quote of the Day Show Podcast,
or I repeat this new mantra out loud:
I am immune to the opinions of others,
positive and negative.
I am neither greater nor lesser than anyone else.
I am fearless in the face of challenges
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Yes, I am choosing to rigorously reprogram my mind.
Little by little, day by day,
I’m starting to feel okay about myself and my life.
Even if there are some unknowns about my future.
Even if there are some unresolved questions in my heart.
Even if I sometimes mess up…
I choose to live my life as an adventure,
a life that no one has ever lived before.
This is my life.
I choose to live it on my terms.

I Love Myself: A Mantra

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I love myself
I love myself
I love myself

Try repeating this mantra
while you breathe
deeply and slowly

Try standing in your strength,
rooting down,
stretching up,
breathing,
repeating

I love myself
I love myself
I love myself


What will happen
in the space of
inspiration,
when love is what is
felt on the inside?

What will happen
in the release of
exhalation,
when love is what is
expressed outwardly
as truth?

What if you knew your truth
would help others?
Would you speak it?

I love myself
I love myself
I love myself.


What would it feel like
if you really believed it?
What would it sound like
if you could really mean it?

What would your life be like
if you allowed yourself to really dream it?

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Inspired by Kamal Ravikant’s book “Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It.” I find the cover art pretty triggering, let me say…but don’t we sometimes need strong images to wake us up to the truth? Self-love saves lives. I found it well worth the read. I will read it again. I have been practicing the mantra for months, and began teaching it to my students this past month. It’s powerful to work with the mind in this way, to train it to reach for a better thought. The best thought…the one that could save your life, and the lives of those around you.

So Hum Meditation

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Breathing in, think the syllable so.
Breathing out, think the syllable hum.
So………..hum……….
So………..hum……….
So………..hum……….
Affirming with each breath
I am.
I exist.
This moment becomes so simple.
Just breathe and feel that you are.
No labels to attach at the end,
and without labels,
you are free to dissolve into all that is.
So
Hum
I am.
I exist.

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If the so hum mantram has piqued your interest, check out this Yoga Journal article. It provides some insights into what the mantram means and how to incorporate it into a meditation practice.

NaPoWriMo Day 26: The Perfect Response

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It’s time to wake up.
Om mani padme hum.

What will I eat for breakfast?
Om mani padme hum.

What shall I wear to work?
Om mani padme hum.

I am afraid about my evaluation.
Om mani padme hum.

I don’t know what to do.
Om mani padme hum.

That person just cut me off in traffic.
Om mani padme hum.

I’m bored.
Om mani padme hum.

I just got promoted.
Om mani padme hum.

I found out my mother is sick.
Om mani padme hum.

I can’t believe he said that.
Om mani padme hum.

I wish I had a bigger salary.
Om mani padme hum.

I feel nervous about my presentation.
Om mani padme hum.

I feel depressed. What have I done with my life?
Om mani padme hum.

I just won five million dollars!
Om mani padme hum.

I’m late to work.
Om mani padme hum.

My kids are driving me crazy.
Om mani padme hum.

I have to cook dinner.
Om mani padme hum.

I’m tired.
Om mani padme hum.

I’m so happy!
Om mani padme hum.

I’m a human being.
Om mani padme hum.

It’s time for bed.
Om mani padme hum.

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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt encouraged us to write a call and response poem. My mantram immediately jumped into my head. Here is one page devoted to explaining the background and meaning of the mantram. Here is a wikipedia article on the mantram. I also have deep love and respect for the teacher Eknath Easwaran; it was his writing that inspired me to take up the mantram when I was in high school and interested in learning about meditation.  Something about the look and the sound of the mantram very much appealed to me. It is said that repeating a mantram over and over again drives its energy and its meaning deep into your subconscious and little by little transforms the habitual, recycled, discursive thoughts into expansive, enlightened ones. I just know that the practice of mantram repetition has saved me from a lot of needless worrying and ruminating.  And therefore it is, to me, the perfect response to any thought and any situation. Om mani padme hum.

Breakfast Buffet Mantra Meditation

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It was going to happen
before everyone woke up.
Either I’d walk to the beach

and sit facing the ocean sunrise

or I’d sit on the balcony,

right outside our room,

but By God I told myself

I am going to sit.

And then my kids woke each other up

stealing blankets, 

kicking one another,

shrieking in the middle of the night.

Four times this happened last night.

So as Dawn made her golden appearance

although my eyes perceived the sign

and my soul was eager to answer

my body and mind were exhausted

and so I simply turned over.

No morning sit.

I borrowed my daughter’s tulsi mala,

sat at the breakfast table with my family

in a crowded restaurant

everyone chowing down 

on the breakfast buffet…

And while my left hand wielded a fork,

spearing honeydew, cantaloupe, and watermelon,

my right hand sat under the table on my knee,

moving bead after bead between my fingers 

silently chanting 

Yeshe Walmo’s protector mantram 108 times.

In an imperfect world 

I must come to realize that no circumstances

are perfect. 

When attempting to maintain

a meditation practice on vacation 

I must come to realize

that a breakfast buffet

mantra meditation 

night be all the meditation I will have in the day.

So let every bead count.

Coming Back to Center

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One of my missions as a yogini is to continuously call myself back to this moment when my mind gets stuck in thoughts about the past or the future, thoughts about fear and doubt, thoughts about desire, resentment, anger, thoughts about what would make me happy if only x, y, and z were to occur.  When I can reach that point of seeing that I have been thinking, I now am at choice–I can choose to take a deep breath and come back to this moment with all of my mind.  The trouble is, becoming aware that I am entrapped in thinking can be pretty difficult when I’ve become absorbed in a particularly powerful thought form.

Take, for example, what happens in my mind when I’m in the process of getting my two young children out the door to make it somewhere in a timely fashion.  There are any number of thoughts that can really take over and whisk me away from the moment, and coming back to reality can be quite challenging.  Here’s an excerpt of a pretty standard  monologue that unfolds in my mind during such a situation:

I’m tired. I wish I had more energy.  Why are we going out anyway?  I wish we could just stay home.  Why won’t he listen to me and just stay put?  Why doesn’t she just go to the bathroom on her own?  Will we ever be done with potty training?  I’m tired.  Ugh, now I’m cranky, irritated, impatient, snappy.  I’m so annoyed! Why won’t they listen? Why does this always have to be so hard?  Other mothers are so much more patient and together than I am. Once we get there, I’m going to have to get them out of their carseats, and that will take more energy.  Why am I so tired?  I wish I had someone to help me. I wish I could just take a nap… 

Getting caught up in thoughts like these and then staying there for any length of time is a great recipe for misery.  One of my goals for my lifelong yoga practice is to lessen the amount of time I spend getting caught up in the mind fluctuations, and increase the amount of time I spend in the present moment, aware of what is happening as it all unfolds.  Coming back to this moment and staying there with my whole self is a recipe for happiness.

And this is a practice, thank goodness–knowing this, I’m able to take some of the pressure off and just allow this process of awakening to unfold a little more organically.  I am by no means a master at calling my attention back to this moment, but I want to move toward mastery with each step I take. I’m always grateful to come across techniques for maintaining present moment awareness, and sometimes I find particularly helpful exercises that I might work with for a while.

Today I decided to try mantram repetition synchronized with my breathing.  It was pretty magical.  When I found myself in the car tense and tight because I imagined myself to be crunched by time, some spark of grace arrived in my mind and reminded me to breathe in, repeat my mantram, and breathe out, and repeat my mantram.

I was amazed at the centering effect that this practice had on me.  It engaged me physically in the act of breathing, and it engaged me mentally as I recalled the words of my mantram and repeated them slowly in my mind.  Just one repetition and I was reminded that I am not just this body or this mind–there is a deeply spiritual core in my being, and touching that for just one moment I experience a sense of homecoming, of peace.

Coming back to center means that I remember that I am here now, and I acknowledge there is no other place to be.  It is a gift I give to myself and to the people around me, as I free up the mental space I was devoting to the past and the future and I experience myself as fully alive in this moment.  I am grateful for the teachings I have received from other yogis and yoginis, from spiritual masters in books they have written, from this life that is always presenting me with lessons.  Grateful for any moment spent in this here/now place.

My wish for all beings is that they remember to come back home to their center over and over again, until they realize that the core of their being is infinite, it is their true home, their only source of peace.  May you come back home to your center and remember your true self today!

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Admittedly I’m really tired,
and I’m afraid that I’m not making much sense.
How do you put into words that which is beyond understanding?

I have such hope to convey understanding,
but do I even understand myself?

Whenever I attempt to capture an experience with words,
it floats just out of my grasp
like a butterfly dancing in the air above my fingertips
as I reach up to the infinity of the pure blue sky.

Maybe I shouldn’t try to catch it for the purpose of sharing it.
Maybe if I just settle down, relax, and actually experience this awakening,
maybe my awakening will easily and naturally benefit others.

Maybe then I’ll understand on a deep level
that beyond the doing, the reaching, the grasping, the trying–
I am simply a human being.