among the trees and the trash
A meditation in a place where beauty and ugliness rub shoulders. They aren’t mutually exclusive.
A meditation in a place where beauty and ugliness rub shoulders. They aren’t mutually exclusive.
There’s a moment before we speak when we can hear what we are about to say. If we make a practice of pausing long enough to listen there, we have the opportunity not to say what should remain unsaid.
A kind of part 2 to my Valentine’s post: how lovers create something magical together – not only for themselves, but something they can also spread out into the world.
It’s not so easy to “love thy neighbor” all the time, even if we agree that the world would be a better place if we all did. But we all have some people we find easy to love. They can be our teachers.
It’s hard to stick with a disciplined practice of any kind if you don’t know why you’re doing what you’re doing. That’s why I’m teach Feldenkrais differently these days – so you’ll know why it’s worth it for you to engage.