Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

If even our bones are stardust.

September 2, 2016


I've decided to stop using a ruler on my life. Easier said than done, I know. So I've given myself a little assistance. In the yogic tradition, we have this concept of changes happening over a very, very long time (dirgha kala; specifically, Yoga Sutra 1.14: "When that practice is done for a long time, without a break, and with sincere devotion, then the practice becomes a firmly rooted, stable and solid foundation;" "sah tu dirgha kala nairantaira satkara asevitah dridha bhumih"). 


So, if that works for yoga, and if yoga is life (btw, it is), then I guess I'm okay. I guess I'm not too old, too late, too dependent, too harried, too tired. I mean, I feel all of these things, for sure, but in the grand scheme of things? If I get to do this again, retaining only a little of what I've managed to learn in this incarnation? Well, I guess that would be okay. 





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