Posts Tagged ‘yoga’
Summer Eclipse Dreaming
The long green, golden afternoon was spent dreaming and reading recipes, novels and books about horticulture. Last night, I indulged by cooking rich dishes with marvelous tastes, different herbs and wonderful colors. Recipes are much like my spiritual work. I add touches to meditations by altering ingredients, revising and practicing until they meld into an amazing form.
If you wonder about my diet, I mainly eat raw food, juice and vegetables. The exception is a cooking day, and I eat whatever I desire on these exciting days, but I’m always happy to return to my simple diet for a week or two afterward.
Horticulture is fascinating because the plants respond differently to every type of soil, light and nutrient. As a farmer’s daughter, I’m familiar with the deep blue tint that magnesium brings to foliage; the lush green foliage that is the gift of ample nitrogen; and the sweetness in flavor from lime and calcium. There is great joy in touching the earth, placing the plants in the ground and collecting vivid flowers while one is surrounded by a thousand shades of green with birdsong filling the air.
Near my deck, there is a planter of rare herbs grown from seeds gathered deep in the forest. It is time to separate the seedlings, and I wonder if I am skilled enough to do it? If I fail, I will learn, and, if I succeed I will learn. Like my life journey with spirituality, the greatest risk lies in waiting too long or failing to make an attempt at all.
Reading is my favorite method of living vicariously. I can soar through a novel in a few hours while watching a movie in my mind. It is so superior to a movie for I can shape the characters, their appearance and motives in my mind as I read. It is my great escape. (Classics are saved and savored. I wait years to reread my favorites so they will seem almost new on the reread.)
Rarely, do I wander through the day languidly. Normally, I write, conduct readings, improve my classes, run, stretch through yoga, meditate and work diligently in the garden. When night falls, I love my happy exhaustion and look forward to the second round of meditation.
Today, I decided that I wouldn’t do anything at all. I found that I missed my work and that I love the discipline, but most of all I love the light of my spiritual journey, the enlightenment, the energy and the joy. It makes life a delight. Maybe it’s not work at all – perhaps I’m beginning to understand that it’s Dharma – the impulse of the divine that leads you to the divine, a gift that opens the door to the soul.
