Monday, January 25, 2010

Snow on the Mountain

First fire, then ice, both being a wondrous thing.

I wake up early Saturday morning to a bright chill in the air, much related to the weather being frightfully nippy outside. In typical theatrical fashion, I excitedly lift my arms into a stretching yawn before swinging my legs out of bed.

In order to wake up, I must perform my breathing meditation, yoga, at least two cups of water, then coffee. Saturdays are usually my day to languidly read and explore relaxation and restful consciousness, a little scriptural study, or browsing the net. This morning was no different as I pick up a book I've been meaning to get to for some time, quite possibly, years.

So I decide to try hanging upside down on my inversion board, which is in my son's room, and I catch a glimpse of what I could easily call one of the most beautiful sights I've seen in a while (besides the glowing face of my son Kai): snow on the mountain.

Yes, my goodness, what a majestic sight, the pureness of the snow, the bluish tint to the white, suddenly gave me this exhilarated feeling of wanting to fly into the mountain's fluffy winter coat and get a taste of the seasons, fully enjoying the absence of snow on the ground near my home. I stood there in awe, just staring at the meditative calm before me. Here it was, the mountains that see it all, experience it all and yet emerge unchanged from its experience. This mountain has been through hell and back. In the heat of the summer, I remember looking out onto that same mountain, standing amidst unbreathable air, planning a trip to some fresher air in the Sequoias, while the hillside burned and threatened hundreds of homes and lives. Now, that same mountain was before me, covered in a thick blanket of billowy white powder, just as peaceful as it was when it was under fire.

Can I stand to learn a lesson from the mountain who emerges virtually unchanged even through all the change done unto her? Could this be some sort of a sign to invite and allow miracles to occur in my life? Is this a cue to honor the poignancy of life and all that shows me love? Did the mountain in all her glory show me love that day? Because this is what I could feel: pure, unbiased, unadulterated love emanating from that hillside. As the rains came and took the filthy air from our atmosphere, it replaced it with this glowing reminder that nature's beauty, variance and unpredictability can express an incredible amount of crisp, cleansing, purifying love.

At that moment, I became once again proud of being a part of this glorious earth, turned my body upside down on the inversion board, meditated for the enormous shift my life was about to experience, and restarted my day.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Can One find all within One?

Can one person, center, party line, companion, or system service all needs of the multifaceted self?

...Well, yes, in a manner of speaking.

When I think of the number or written numeral "one," I think of standing alone, coming back to basics, simplicity, the essence of Self. One. When I think of being Blissfully Fit, I think of all aspects of the Self coming together to create balance. One. So then, getting back to basics is all about exploring the multifaceted aspects of Self.

So then, can one holistic center create a place where all separate pieces can integrate into a unit?
This is my challenge, and it begins now.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Being Blissfully Fit and using the physical to connect to life

Hello Earth, Hello Sky. It's been a while since I've seen you.
I mean, REALLY seeing...

A night walk to look at the constellations had become a normality. This connects me to when I was much younger and stargazing. One thing I never thought about was life on other planets, but i did wonder whether the stars could talk to me....in my imagination, they did. The moon would send me messages from heaven and show me pictures of then, the Virgin Mother. Later on, it would turn into Jesus, Buddha, then an Olmec head. The "man in the moon" has many faces, or so it seems.

Hello skunk. Oh wait, how can this be? Two skunks in one run? This is uncommon. I step into the message of the skunk to know its wisdom. Based on the five aggregates, a skunk consists of all five components: matter, sensations, perceptions, formations, consciousness...
Seeing is about using more than the eyes. It is about using the senses and creating an impression and expression of what is being seen. It is about stepping into the experience of what the eyes hold...the eyes hold what the heart feels. The heart feels what the consciousness explores. So true seeing is on the expression of reaching into that which we see, whether it is a twig on the ground or a star in the sky, an animal in the distance or a sound in the wind.

We can experience a stone in our hand and tell what it is thinking. After all, each object on some level, has a consciousness. It is about tapping into that consciousness in order to know its truth.

Blissfully Fit is about bringing all aspects of consciousness into one heart, one mind, one body, one universe....creating wholeness beyond all reason. Blissfully Fit wants to heighten and expand our experience of life. More on that in the next blog or so, down the road....

Honoring The Sacred

Hello Earth, Hello Sky. It's been a while since I've seen you.
I mean, REALLY seeing....

I looked into the night sky last evening, and saw Mars, Jupiter, Polaris, Orion, Ursa Major and Minor, Cassiopeia, and just opened my mouths. The stars twinkled in all of their glory. I revelled in their twinkle. I wonder what they must be twinkling about? I wonder if we twinkle back at them. I thanked my son's father profusely for working as a team. We experienced unity as we created a project that was done by bringing the family together to get the work done. I honored him by letting him know how much gratitude I felt for his work. I also helped him with the family dog who is having a cancer relapse, much too sad, especially when this signifies our deep need to look at what we have done to create this...I honored our dog Tera, for being the soldier that she has been for our family, and our experience of life in those years.

Seeing is about using more than the eyes. It is about using the senses and creating an impression and expression of what is being seen. It is about stepping into the experience of what the eyes hold...the eyes hold what the heart feels. The heart feels what the consciousness explores. So true seeing is on the expression of reaching into that which we see, whether it is a twig on the ground or a star in the sky, an animal in the distance or a sound in the wind.

We can experience a stone in our hand and tell what it is thinking. After all, each object on some level, has a consciousness. It is about tapping into that consciousness in order to know its truth.

This holiday, I honored the sacred by lighting candles daily, hugging my child tightly and spending time with him, allowing him to be himself for awhile and I myself...I think that's what he likes about me! I honored my family and friends by cooking and spending quality time. I honored myself for creating a number of journals, both electronic and paper. (talking about journals is a whole different entry! It goes into too many different directions...) I also went back to basics, washing my face with homemade olive oil cleanser, lemon honey oatmeal scrubs, lemon toner and carrot cream. Using the earth's resources is a way of honoring the sacred.