Capitalizing once on the Thrice Great.

Oh that Hermes, what a cad...dropping "his" pearls of wisdom on the universe, or from the universe, as it were...and here everyone else is, making money on this wisdom "they themselves" supposedly have come up with. The funny thing is, it's all been done before, and already once by the thrice great, Hermes Trismegistus. Hermetic principles were made out to be this esoteric, occult thing (two words currently given the meaning "hidden") because of Constantine. Really Constantine? That threatened, were you?

Hermes apparently was deified as Thoth, which is sort of an awesome proposition considering the representation that Thoth holds and is as a God of the Sciences, math, writing, and generally speaking, the attainment of knowledge. If this be so...let the knowledge of the universe pour forth on my fingertips as I speak the words of ancient wisdom through the spiritual guidance of Thoth. He's becoming my new go-to guy....

So, I thought it was cool that the Hermetic principles were not all that secret and haven't been since the days of the Christian takeover, though during the times of deep conquest, in order to keep the Divine Flame alive, people often had to go in secret to caves and forest woodland areas in order to practice, hence robes and a renaming of the teachings just to hide it from the powers that be...although every spiritual leader worth their salt knew this ancient teaching and is currently the basis of all spiritual literature and sacred texts.

The seven Hermetic principles are: Mentalism, correspondence, cause and effect, polarity, rhythm, vibration, gender. Each could most possibly be self-explanation at one point. These principles grab at you and bring forth the essential essence that is uniquely, in a word, Truth. You. Everything we need to know that we, in fact, did learn in Kindergarten. Think about it. We learned to use our minds to solve problems and overcome difficulties, we learned how to relate with others in a pleasant manner, cause and effect, the difference between polar opposites (good and bad, etc.), music, touch and feel, and that we each had to go to separate bathrooms because we were now considered "big boys and girls."....

I could go on about how the basic principles we have been raised with just continue to get revisited and are resurfaced now and again through self help, or I could just join the masses of people who are writing and find my angle to ride. Being a philosopher is tough because you simply and want to Think about these things. Being a teacher is a much more active form of philosophizing...and then everyone comes to you for everything, even when it's the kitchen sink that's not working, instead of your polarity or vibration. But that's a completely different story.

Tuesday Morning

It's 8:20a.
Yeah, the day, she has begun again. I race through the school to the library, handing off electronic materials, and I get my head bitten clear off by the librarian. "Had you not caught me I would not have been standing here! I'm upstairs!" She yells. My face felt stuck in the blast...pondering mind could not help but feel her words were spent uselessly in my face. There would be no payoff. "...Umm, okay, I can come back later. Thanks." Bipolarity rules.

I manage a quick saunter to my car and begin rummaging through its contents. Banana peel on seat, check. Hatchback opened and water bottles filled, check. Candy thrown into the arms of a bystanding student helper, check. Lackeys rule. So do vagabonds, which I apparently am, judging from the looks of the inner workings of my car.

Now I decidedly sit to the computer and begin my day, taking roll and checking emails. Oh, the busy life of a teacher, I internally report, as my children begin to slowly drive me insane. That's when they get the speech on "instead of wondering why you didn't get run over and how the car keeps missing you, feel thankful that it did."

I made my to-do list and realize what an impossible task my to-do really is. ...and so my most current "built-in Connie feature" is to figure out which priorities are truly most worth prioritizing, which means everything else all but makes the list. Sigh. Trudge, trudge, trudge.

Nutrition rolls around and I spend a portion of it yelling at kids in the hall, which is what they are when they're not in my room, meaning a lot more noise. I breathe Dragon Fire on them, making myself understand my lack of a yoga practice this morning. This is why I practice yoga: because when days like the one aforementioned happen, I'm floating on cloud 9, somewhere else in other worlds, instead of being on the planet with the crap we sometimes swim in. Rambling through..

3:14a : Pin drop thoughts

3:14a. Wow. I should be sleep. I give a great yawn and roll my head once around. Fingertips get to talking and soon the blogging is on, yes it hath begun.

I open my rather weary eyes and cock my head to one side as I type and listen to the bathroom light I've managed to leave running. What do I anymore have to say? Is my voice still there? I have not used it in some time...I sift through the moral compass of my heart and wonder if I've currently made some moves that have promised no one light, love or freedom.

Freedom. Sounds like such a free word, but oh such heavy price to pay, especially when that price is that relationship that could have done this amazing thing but instead, did not and in fact hurt alot of people in the process.
I stand and walk towards my dimly lit room, a shadow of its former self after having thrown away all external coverings. Now not only did I throw away the sheets, I tossed the pillows as well, and with a minimal amount of money, I decided to press on anyway. It needed to be done since it signaled a certain end of a certain energy I had been trying to shake and move for some time. New pillows, new shams, new covers, new color. Oh it is gonna be great to lie in. Alone. Hmmph.

...Well, I did say I threw a lot away... I hope not as much as I feel...

New opportunities await me. As I walk into the kitchen, fragrances stimulate my memory of the kitchen representing comfort, creativity and opportunity. Maybe that's why I stand in there so often.

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.

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.

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.