Taking visual notes pt.2
Life is good. Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time in nature, roaming and observing the colours, sounds, smells, shapes and tiny creatures. My practice has been greatly influenced by this. I used to move in a much faster pace. Now, I feel the need to pause, tune in with all the sensations arising, feel the totality of my being while slowly transitioning from shape to shape. 〰️〰️ . . . . . . . . #yoga #yogapractice #yogainstructor #movementmedicine #yogacommunity #samos #movementmeditation #meditation #movingwithbreath
A Tear And A Smile - I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart For the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes To flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile. A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding Of life's secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods. A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence. I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing. I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are Satisfied the most wretched of people. I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody. With evening's coming the flower folds her petals And sleeps, embracingher longing. At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet The sun's kiss. The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment. A tear and a smile. The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come Together and area cloud. And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home. The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile. And so does the spirit become separated from The greater spirit to move in the world of matter And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death And return whence it came. To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God. Kahlil Gibran, A Tear and a Smile . . . . . #samosyoga #yogapractice #yogainspiration #backbending #movingwithbreath #mindfulbreathing #mindfulmovement #samos #islandlife
As a farmer ploughs a field and makes the ground soft, a yogi ploughs his nerves so they can germinate and make a better life. This practice of yoga is to remove weeds from the body so that the garden can grow. If the ground it too hard, what life can grow there? If the body is too stiff and the mind is too rigid, what life can it live? The body is your temple. Keep it pure and clean for your soul to reside in. B.K.S. Iyengar, Light on Yoga . . . . . . #samos #samosyoga #yogapractice #yogainspiration #backbend #movingwithbreath #mindfulmovement #movementtherapy #movementmeditation
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; . . . . . #yoga #samos #samosyoga #yogainspiration #yogainstructor #movementmeditation #mindfulmovement
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of our souls.
The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its colour and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of non-conviction. It speaks through its constant tiny dance, sometimes swaying, sometimes a-jitter, sometimes trembling. It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirit, the pit at the centre, and rising hope. The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves. . . . . #yoga #samosyoga #samos #mindfulmovement #yogainspiration #yogainstructor #mindulmovement