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How Amazing!

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We spent the morning at the pool.
It’s January, and we’re at the pool?
How amazing!
Then we went home, had lunch,
took a nap.
Wow, we can slow down and rest?
How amazing!
And then we packed a meal
and headed to the beach
for a sunset cookout.
We boogie boarded with the kids
catching gentle waves
that took us back to shore.
We ate our meal
complete with fresh pineapple
and watermelon
and it was twilight as we were finishing.
A couple of cute little hermit crabs appeared
right as we were packing up to go.
The ocean serenaded us with her sweet song
as we walked back up the path to the van.
I feel happy, whole, rested, complete.
Wow, I’m on vacation?
How amazing!

One Day in Heaven

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Azure sky
blue-green water
soft white sand
gentle surf
sunshine warming
to the point of wanting the shade
of trees growing right on the beach
occasionally
a friendly cloud…
a walk to slabs of rock
baking in the sun
and warm tidal pools
to offer feet respite
from the burning heat…
hundreds of small crabs
scurrying over the rock
Families everywhere
meat grilling
Bob Marley tunes
amplified
for everyone to hear
Eating a wonderfully fresh salad
sipping sparkling water
watching my children play.
Goggles
diving down to the sandy bottom
feeling the cool water,
and then up again
into the warmth of the shallows.
One day at the Playa Blanca in Punta Leona
One day in Heaven.

Vacation Meditation

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Ah, here we are.
We traveled quite far today,
from Baltimore to San Jose
in Costa Rica.
Now we are in Punta Leona
and it seems dreamlike
after this intensely busy day.
I was going on three hours of sleep
and I was feeling pretty crazy, I’ll admit,
as I rose at 3:20 am,
showered and sat for thirty minutes.
It was a good way to start this busy day
and I’m glad I prioritized my sit
over an extra hour of sleep.
We managed to make it here
and for that I am grateful.
I set up a spot to meditate
and could only make it through
about a third of the usual time.
I decided that this is okay.
I showed up for my self,
for my breath, for stillness,
and to offer compassion
to others.
As I sat, feeling so incredibly tired,
I realized I could show compassion
toward myself
and end the meditation
earlier than usual.
A vacation can provide us
with a break from the mundane–
I figure I can break
from rigid expectations,
and find a way to let meditation flow with
–as opposed to against–
my vacation.
Be flexible.
In the end, isn’t this what
my practice is all about?

This Is My Post for 11/26

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I’m writing this at 1:05 am on 11/27

but this is my post for 11/26,
so read this as if it is yesterday.

My children are STILL giggling in the sofa bed,

refusing to go to sleep.

We are in West Virginia

for a little family vacation.

My husband is asleep;

so is my nephew,

but my two kids are stubbornly 

attached to staying awake,

playing and laughing.

Now my twin sister is instructing 

them to sleep; they quiet,

is NOW the moment when they sleep?

Nope. There they go again.

Just next door my mother, father, 

older sister and her boyfriend are sleeping,

and tomorrow we’ll take a ride 

on the Polar Express.

I love this moment, feeling so tired,

welcoming sleep,

if only my children will let me.

Ambiance of an August Night

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Essential oils of
Patchouli,
Sweet Orange,
Pine,
and Jatamansi
perfume the air in my little room,
diffused into a mist that rolls and tumbles
through the air toward the floor.

Up in the night sky a super moon-
the brightest full moon of 2014-
shines proudly,
flaunting her roundness,
generous with her light.

The crickets and cicadas join together
in a continuous symphony of sound,
and farther off a motorcycle rumbles and bellows loudly,
announcing its acceleration into the city night.

In stillness I breathe,
and the mingled scents of
patchouli,
sweet orange,
pine,
and jatamansi
remind me that there is much beauty in this world.

The super moon smiles and glows silently,
confident in her radiance.

Who could ask for a better ambiance?

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This morning thirty-four beautiful souls showed up to my yoga class, and gave their all to their practice.  It was such a privilege to witness their courage, their strength, their willingness to learn.  The end of class signified the beginning of my vacation, which will take my family to Salt Lake City, my husband’s birthplace.  We’ll catch up with our children’s grandparents and my husband’s old friends.  We’ll hopefully take a few hikes in the beautiful mountains that surround the city.  Maybe I’ll attend a yoga class there.

The original plan was to reblog posts from my other site, lorienyoga.com, to auto-schedule the posts so that I won’t forget to post while I’m on vacation.  But then I remembered that the goal for this blog is to write something every day.  I’ll bring my journal with me, and jot down thoughts and ideas whenever I can, and I’ll plan on posting here daily as well.  Who knows what form the posts will take?  Who knows what form this body, this mind, this life will take?  Who knows?

The night wears on, and it’s time to meditate.  Tomorrow there is packing to be done.  But for this moment I’ll just sit facing the moon, drinking in her light, breathing deeply.   And when it is time, I will surrender to sleep.