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Bringing Light Into Our Wounded Places & Svadhyaya

Through yoga practice we find peace. This does not mean we ignore what is happening, and just hang out in that “happy place”!

It means we face life head-on!  We look at the hard stuff inside of us and outside in the world. That inner peace, is a reserve, so no matter what is going on outside,  you are coming from a place of peace, rather than fear, anger, hatred, greed or pride.

As yogis we discover another reality beyond hype and fear.   We chose compassion over and over.  We show up to create another reality beyond the divisiveness of racism, sexism, classism,  anti semitism. We look outside our individual socio-economic, racial, political, cultural bubbles to understand those we disagree with and those who we have been conditioned to see as “other”.  We have the courage to build bridges daily.

We continue to reflect and improve ourselves and how we interact in the world.  Svadhyaya – Self study,  Sva means “self’ adhyaya means “inquiry” or “examination” This is the 4th Niyama (Niyamas are one of 8 limbs of yoga) .

We heal our emotional wounds.  Often, especially in times of turmoil, we forget to go to the stillness and listen, to feel, to let our broken hearts weep, to grieve our losses.  Personally sometimes…. I felt so domesticated, so numb, so stoic, so inexpressive, yet, now  I am learning to tap into those wounded places and give them voice.  I have been finding where the old wounds live in my body and discovering ways to move/ wash/ breath  them out.  Doing this work is not pretty, calm or subtle, it is powerful, and can be fierce and messy, but it does not mean your hysterical or insane, you are just alive!

Here are some article links which I have chosen for you, who want to delve further, ( this is also recommended reading for those of you attending the Women’s Healing Yoga Journey on February 18th).

http://yogadork.com/rage-fear-sadness-fatigue-the-yoga-of-darkness

 
And finally, some  poetic  lyrics of Lenard Cohen’s  “Anthem” which comfort me in these times.(2017 in the USA)
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again…
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in….
Namaste, Christina

October Happy Mountian Yoga

Happy October!               Autumn poems  for you ~ Enjoy!                                          Dear Ones, remind me of this day when I do not smile!   Maybe it is the softer light of the overcast sky ,                                  or the moisture in the air that brings this day under my skin in a soothing magical depth.                                                                                I feel closer to ones who have passed beyond: are they sending us blessings?                                                                                                        Immeasurable, infinite beauty in the green leaves  of a wetter southwestern summer, nearing it’s end.   The colors rich and reflected, puddles are masterpieces, rocks are singing and the trees dancing the Earths song.                                                                      I cannot contain gratitude so vast, yet, is it enough to make up for  the days taken for granted,    This abundance my eyes missed because of the chatter in my smaller mind?        Oh, Dear Ones, remind me of this day when my eyes are dull.            ~ C Bouajila    

The sunrise sky casting a pink tint to the world, The day’s first light glows through the tapestry of still trees.  Golden light and scattered hints of yellow autumn leaves.                                                                    Bird songs mingle in harmony with silent air,                                          not even a slight breeze.                                                                                                                       Brilliant white potential surrounds this new day.        The city traffic begins to hum, and then a train whistle in the distance.                                                                                                           There are journeys ahead as the past sleeps on.                                        A familiar cat jumps from tree limbs to rooftop.                                    Oh deep gratitude! I am awake!                                   ~ C. Bouajila    

 Schedule;

~~ Albuquerque  ~~Monday & Friday 8:30-9:45am Yoga at Rio Grande Center for Spiritual Living.   ~~  Wed. Morning class . 8:30-9:45am  At Versatile Vitality-4100 Silver SE,87108, Plenty of easy, free parking.              

~~ Los Lunas  ~~  Tuesday and Thursday at Garden Gate, 10:30 Yoga, 9am Water-aerobics – *due to popularity of class please sign-up for session or to get on wait list. (Alb. students call ahead for drop-in at the Spa)       If your home practice needs a tune-up or a jump-start, schedule an individual session!                                                                                                   Peace, Christina

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