I did not have the time to blog yesterday. This little guy, 1 year old grandson Luke is the wonderful reason why.
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From Clarissa Pinkola Estes book, Women Who Run With the Wolves
A desert is a place where life is very condensed. The roots of living things hold on to that last tear of water and the flower hoards its moisture by only appearing in early morning and late afternoon. Life in the desert is small but brilliant and most of what occurs goes on underground. This is like the lives of many women.
The desert is not lush like a forest or a jungle. It is very intense and mysterious in its life forms. Many of us have lived desert lives: very small on the surface, and enormous under the ground.
A woman's psyche may have found its way to the desert out of resonance, or because of past cruelties or because she was not allowed a larger life above ground. So often a woman feels then that she lives in an empty place where there is maybe just one cactus with one brilliant red flower on it, and then in every direction, 500 miles of nothing. But for the woman who will go 501 miles, there is something more.
I have loved my one cactus with the one brilliant red flower on it. I've stood under it for years. It's held me there enchanted, enjoying the coolness of its shadow, its prickly spines, the way the birds, bats and insects drink its nectar, the dozens of petals and stamens, its thick skinned body. But now I want more.
More. As I approach 60 I realize that my creative psyche wants more. I want to write and paint and spend a lot of time looking at sunsets and snuggling with babies and laughing and eating brussel sprouts and sweet potatoes and dark chocolate and breathing clean air and teaching yoga and I don't know what else. I'm on a 1000 mile quest, way past the 500 miles of nothing to find out what exactly that is.
Hallandale Beach, Florida*
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From Self-Awakening Yoga, The Expansion of Consciousness through the Body's Own Wisdom by Don Stapleton
Front Extension Postures
Opening the Inner Thighs - Frog
*Come on your belly into Sphinx position (place a pillow under your belly if you feel any discomfort in your lower back)
*Positon your legs wider than your hips - even as wide as they will comfortably go
*Bend your knees to bring the soles of your feet together behind you. The wider your knees, the easier it is to bring your feet together
*Place an imaginary paintbrush between your feet and paint a circle on the wall behind you. Reverse the direction of the circle. Now make figures 8's
*Keeping the soles of your feet together, lower your inner ankles toward the ground, touching the ground if you can. This is Frog pose. Go as far as you can.
*When moving in this position, don't hold your body still, let your back and hips move and notice new sensations.
*Breath and hold and pull your belly in and relax your neck and shoulders. Notice new sensations. Breath.
*Press back into Child's pose
This is a great opener for the inner thighs - a group of muscles that we tend to ignore.
Enjoy! Open up to new horizons, new possibilities, new loves, embrace old pain then leave it behind in the desert.
Love to you,
Donna Rae
This was taken on the coast at Mendocino, California where seconds after I left this spot where I was breathing in the fresh, moist, sea air and loving the sound of the water crashing up against the volcanic rocks, a huge water spray that would have violently knocked me down came spewing out of the giant hole you see. Danger, danger!!! There may be danger along this journey! Ha! Ha! Ha! Bring it on!
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