See the light, walk into the light, be grateful for the light, look for the light.
There's a reason so many of our metaphors regarding hope and encouragement, wisdom and mastery have to do with light. We identify with it as creatures-on-a-journey; it is our guide (both literally and figuratively), our protector, and our source of and for life.
So, it's a nice idea, when struck by indecision, fatigue, disappointment, or shattered illusions, to think about becoming reunited by and with it. It is our teacher and the amazing thing is, it's always there. And if it disappears for a while? You know it has to come back.
(And, by the way, if you're looking for a place to retreat, to find yourself, to be in one of the most powerful, natural places on earth, I urge you to go when you can and stay as long as you can. Seven Centers changed my life).
So. That being said, we can move on. ;)
Herbs can be essential in a yoga practice by supporting the physical, energetic, and spiritual aspects of the entire individual. The vital constituents of herbs contain a life essence which, in Ayurveda, is called Soma.
The following is a traditional Soma formula that has been handed down, practitioner to practitioner, essential for rebuilding the ojas, or the life essence of the body.
I love, love (dare I say luuuurve?) making my own remedies, from home- to skin/self-care products.
I mean, serious DIY herby dorkness happening over here.
So, I thought it high time to share my DIY laundry soap recipe with you sweet, fellow herby-nerds.
The following homemade laundry soap is safe for you, for sensitive skin, and your septic system. It can even be used in front-loading washers.
Now, to the Borax controversy... Contrary to some information out there, BORAX (sodium tetraborate) is not toxic (at least, not as a cleaning product; don't go eating it, by any means). BORIC ACID is toxic.
We always talk about what we want to become (I do it, too--all the time) and you know? I've come to realize how much pressure that puts on our poor, over-burdened bodies and minds. I mean, my god, we're here and sometimes that is so easy to forget.
A Buddhist parable compares human incarnation to the liklihood of a blind turtle, rising to the surface of the ocean every hundred years, putting his head through a wooden cattle-yoke floating on the waves of the sea, tossed and lost by the winds and currents.