My So-Called Yoga Life

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• Rᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ💫

  Posted at 12:58 am by Lisa K, on August 1, 2019

  

  Sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀᴡᴀʏ,

  Iᴛ ʜᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ,

  Sᴏ ᴇɴᴛɪᴄɪɴɢʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴀsᴋs ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ,

  Aɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ɪ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ.

   

  Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴇғғᴏʀᴛ ʜᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ,

  I ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ,

  I ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ,

  Oғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇss.

   

  Jᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ,

  I ғᴇʟᴛ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀᴏɴᴄʟᴀᴅ,

  I sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ,

  Iᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ.

   

  Tʜᴇ ᴠᴀsᴛ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪɴʏ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ,

  Iᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴀs ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ,

  I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ,

  Sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ.

   

  Eᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪs ᴀ ɢɪғᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,

  I ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴀs ɪ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ,

  Cᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴜᴘ,

  Tʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʜᴀs ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ.

   

  Sᴜᴄʜ sᴏғᴛɴᴇss ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴅɢᴇs,

  A ᴍᴇᴛᴀᴘʜᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʟɪғᴇ,

  I ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ғʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ,

  Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪᴄᴇ.

   

  Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ,

  Hᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀsᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ,

  Sᴏ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ғɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜʟ,

  Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.

   

  By: 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♥️

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• Are We Not Unicorns?

  Posted at 5:36 pm by Lisa K, on April 8, 2018

  

  As a young girl, I was absolutely captivated by fantasy creatures, especially the unicorn. A majestic being with a wild and free spirit, found in the enchanted forests around the mythical world. With their sparkling horn as the vortex of their magnificent, unrestrained power and purity, their supernatural qualities are noble in nature. The movie Legend is in my top 5 all time favourites. I just love watching the unicorns gallop through the river as Tom Cruise observed their incredible beauty from behind a bush nearby.

  Unicorns are meant to be free and cannot be captured or touched. If this should happen and their horn is removed, they will die. Along with it, all the fair enchantment of their magic will fall and become evil. When I think about what that means, I often compare it to the human desire to tame and become master to wild creatures of this world and their own individual gifts. The desire to capture that which is forbidden brings me back to the very nature of what it means to be human, right down to the story Adam and Eve. To want something that is not to be taken seems to be part of the human condition and has led our species down some slippery slopes in this world. Why is it that we possess this inclination? Why do we allow it to control our behaviours? While I don’t have the answer to these questions, I do have some personal speculations on what they mean.

  To me, the unicorn symbolizes the true nature of our own spirit. The fact that we have become unable to see that we already have everything we need inside ourselves and always have makes me feel melancholy. In the very first post I wrote for this blog, I referenced a native creation story about how the human spirit has been hidden within us so that we would not find it until we are prepared to realize our oneness with the divine. The unicorn is a divine being and we are divine beings too. The problem is that we place value on things that we admire or wish to take them for ourselves. Our world is built on the hierarchy of a system of money and power that dictates the value of something as a prize to own, not as an experience of life or a way of existing. That has long been forgotten by the power of greed and social stature in society. These are generalizations as I dare not speak for all of mankind, but they are marked patterns in the operation of the many civilizations of this world, without doubt.

  The rush of wonder and admiration I feel when I watch those unicorns running in the forest, that feeling is out of respect and love for the power of the untamed and the unbound. For the confident and carefree magical beauty of their very existence. We are born into this life with the understanding of our unicorn nature, that knowing. I remember feeling like I could do anything I wanted if I tried hard enough, if I let my creative energy flow, as a child. I would spend hours dancing, making artwork, creating in my own way and felt limitless. I believe we all wish to feel that way our whole lives, to be confident in our capabilities and at the same time know that their worth is really in the experience of creating them. That this experience itself is so powerful in its realization of the interconnected fiery light that joins each of us to one another and then allows it to dance in our passions of life’s purpose.

  The greatest artists in the world did not spend painstaking hours on their craft merely for recognition or how others would receive their creations, it was for the process of it. Because they loved it. Fearlessly following the effulgent light burning so deeply into the essence of who they knew they were. At first, they didn’t even know or care if what they created was loved by others at all. We observe people like this with awe and admiration, as if we lack their capability. In reality we need to make a space inside to rediscover that light within and let it guide us on our way.

  We are all unicorns! Isn’t that totally awesome! To think when I was little, I used to make a little horn and decorate it with sparkles so a I could run around with it taped to my forehead, lol! I wanted to be one, and now I am working on rediscovering that I already am!

  Well my beautiful readers, that is my little philosophical musing for today. Wishing you all the very best week coming! Keep smiling😄

  Much Love,

  Lisa xo

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• Cosmic Love

  Posted at 3:10 am by Lisa K, on March 18, 2018

  

  Cosmic Love

  Love is warm, soft and sweetly divine.
  Love is vast, blissful and overwhelming at times.
  Love is comforting, powerful and without condition.
  It is something we search for as part of life’s mission.
  Love is supposed to be thoughtful, Love is supposed to be kind,  but how can it be those things when sometimes it’s blind?

  Is Love our own? Or is it only shared?
  How can we have it without another who cares?
  Is self Love the same as what we desire from others?
  Or do we require the heart of another?
  How can Love be free from pain?
  Without judgement or sadness, can it be without bane?

  Love is vulnerable, it’s soft to the core, how can we enjoy it when it’s attached to much more?

  Does Love mean sacrifice? Must we be vulnerable to obtain? These things are not easy and can cause some to abstain.

  Is it the human condition that holds us back? From the feeling of Pure Love, our senses may lack.
  Freedom in Love is such a beautiful thing, the thought alone makes my little heart sing.
  Maybe that’s part of our work in this form,
  To unify our souls and let Cosmic Love be reborn.

  By: Lisa Michelle ♥️

   

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• The Yoga of Trees: A creative writing piece inspired by the word “tree”

  Posted at 5:34 pm by Lisa K, on February 17, 2018

  

  I thought I would do something a little different as far as writing goes to try and tap more into my creativity. In doing so I thought I would follow the idea of writing based solely on the inspiration of a word. I have seen blogging groups leave threads open like this and the intention is to help stir this creativity. When I started to think about what word to use, I thought I’d open a dictionary and find one randomly but then suddenly the word tree came into my mind and I went with it…

  Tree

  Leaves fall off randomly as the wind whips the tree’s branches this way and that. The branches give way with ease, flexibly moving with each gust. With each thrash, seeds fly off and if they are lucky enough to land on the forest floor in a spot where rays of the sunlight shine down to, they will likely germinate and grow. It is purely by chance that they are lucky enough to come into existence and once that miracle occurs, and they manage not to be trampled by animals or eaten, they will be around for a long time. They live for centuries and see many events come to pass. Passively listening and moving slowly as they grow towards the light of the sun. Their rings demonstrate the obstacles they must overcome in times of drought or cold. They wear these as insignificantly as the rings that show their strongest and most plentiful years of growth. Like an iceberg, that which we can see above in all its glory is only but a mere glimpse of the immensity and complexity of what lies below. In silence, they quietly breath in the carbon dioxide from the air and in return provide life giving oxygen for the inhabitants of the earth. They are the custodians of our existence, the artists who paint the beautiful blue hues in our atmosphere and are literally responsible for each and every breath that we take.

  The trees are akin to our inner seer, our divinity or force of life. We are born with all of the wisdom required to exist in this form, but are without faculties to grasp it and revel in its blissful glory. Our light is forever an observer, waiting for us to realize and bring to fruition the lessons we have to learn within our lives from our biological existence to our transcendental essence itself. The beauty and grace of our inner light is only revealed in tiny drops and when we least expect it. It is those times when we feel the sudden burst of attuned perfection of alignment in our body mind and soul and they vanish as uncontrollably as they may appear. We unknowingly tap into that sacred part of ourselves at times when we are working within our dharma or true purpose in this world. This is what may drive some to become more trained in the learning of how to witness and in essence become yoga.  This is the enmeshed existence of life with an acute awareness of our own divinity, something that is to be experienced only by a tiny fraction of the devoted monks and practitioners of spiritual awakenings.

  Like the trees, we all wish to know our purpose and give of it freely without attachment. We are jaded by this attachment which is what leads us to lose touch with our effulgent light, to be drawn into the dark. To feel anger, fear, scorn, hatred and jealousy and that is what draws out the evil that will inevitably hold us back forever.

  By~ Lisa Michelle♥️

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