Luminous Lotus~

The Invitation It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.  I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to k

Paul Muller Ortega often gives a teaching about the grace in the learning process. He reminds us that while we, as student's, are held in the grace of the teacher, the teacher is held in the grace of the student.  The above piece is copied from my teacher Christina Sell's blog. As soon as I read her entry for today, I knew I was meant to and it spoke to me on so many levels. In fact, in what was supposed to be a short comment, I came out with what follows. I decided that this was way to long for a comment and seemed perfect for today's entry. Please, read on... In her blog, Christina spoke of the difference between teaching a yoga class and leading a yoga class. She also spoke of the challenge of really teaching Anusara yoga well and why it takes such a long time to develop this skill and get certified. As teacher's we are really learning the art of connection, observation,inner exploration and expression in all forms.  I find that really teaching Anusara Yo

Jason left for France this morning, and I miss him.  The first day he is gone is the strangest.  Life in our little house is quieter and the rhythm is different.  Liam is asleep and did pretty well going down tonight, so here I am in the living room and it's  9:45 on Friday night.  I am wide awake instead of nearly falling asleep.  I think my practice and the thunderstorm might have a little something to do with this.   I am so glad it poured and the water drenched the dry earth cause there is nothing like the rain on a hot summer's night to set things right.  And the smell of the desert after it rains is so fresh and unforgettable.   So here I am trying to figure out what is I do when Jason is not home.  Time alone at night always seems to lend itself to thinking about things...  Things here in Tucson have been really good.  My classes at YO are going really well and have been full.  The connection with the students has been out this world and the way I feel after I teach is