NAMASTE

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Celebrating Wildflowers and Cracked Pots

On the heels of MOTHER'S DAY, this week has given me pause to celebrate...along with all the kind, thoughtful,  cherished gifts exchanged between my sisters and myself the real celebration was celebrating and honouring eachother and ourselves.  We took a moment to pause and honour all that we have been through and all that we have made it through and to celebrate all that we have to look forward to. In doing  so we honoured and celebrated ourselves in a way that honoured and celebrated our own MOTHER in a very special way,  I know she is very proud of her WILDFLOWERS.  Each one of us unique and different in our own special way yet we grew together in the same spot nourished with warmth and love that continues to be the roots of our past, present and future.

When I was blessed with 5 mother's I was blessed ten fold.   It took 40 years to 'truly' understand the blessing of being the youngest woman amongst so much Love, Beauty, Grace, Strength and Understanding but today I am honoured and grateful for the blessing of SISTERS.

We are more than SISTERS, we are more than FRIENDS...WE ARE A CIRCLE that NEVER ENDS

Linda, Janice Sandra and Deborah I LOVE, CHERISH, RESPECT and HONOUR that space in you in which the entire universe dwells...WE ARE ONE.  NAMASTE

Thank HEAVENS for Cracked Pots!


Footnote: this is the 68th and LAST blog to be posted on DIVINE YOGA + Dance BLOGGER ... I was born the LAST WILDFLOWER in the year 1968! 
To everything a meaning!




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ECHOES OF A SOUL A Yogini's journey from the heart to the heart  13/05/14

Friday, August 23, 2013

In the Void


In the Void



In the Void
I wept
In the Void
I kept
Everything alive,

In the Void
I'd wake
In the Void
I slept
Cause that's where everything was kept,

In the Void
Was death
In the Void
Was life
Where everything had become full of strife,

In the Void
I sank
In the Void
I'd swim
Until anew I could begin,

In the Void
I'd love
In the Void
I'd laugh
Somehow missing another half,

In the Void
I was lost
In the Void
I was found
As sometimes there just wasn't any ground,

In the Void
I learned
In the Void
I'd grown
Cause this was where my life had been thrown,

In the Void
I wept
In the Void
I cried
Because you both had died,

In the Void
I saw light
In the Void
I saw love
As you both shone down upon me from above,

In the Void
I see beauty
In the Void
I see eternity
This is what the Void and 'YOU' have shown me.

YOU + ME X 3 + 4 MORE = FAMILY <3 namaste="" nbsp="">
ECHOES OF A SOUL,
A Yoginis journey from the heart to the heart
16/7/2013
A personal footnote:
Thank you Sri Sri 

Friday, April 19, 2013

ME, MySelf ESTEEM +BARBIE



"Barbie must get fired alot because she has a new job everyday" ...these words caught my attention, made ME laugh and then I pondered as my 13 year old daughter went on to point out Barbie with all her different jobs.  "See, she is a race car driver, an artist, a teacher, and a dog walker and many other things" she said and in the moment my reaction and words to both her and her younger sister were "that's because she can do all those jobs and more and do them well!".

Negating to say BARBIE could do them all well while looking amazing for her age and that apparently her SELFESTEEM had not suffered due to being fired so often...my attention was already diverted to how the moment played right into the piece I was working on for this Blog.  

How...well, the piece originally inspired by that same daughters essay on SELFESTEEM and why and how healthy selfesteem is the door to a healthy, positive, joyful life and PEACE WITHIN was right there before me in BARBIE!...who had learned it seems to see and share the best in herself, accept her shortcomings and apparent let downs and move on and continue to grow, finding new avenues to express all her talents and skills.  She had the ability it seemed to me to love herself, she had healthy selfesteem.

PEACE WITHIN is POSSIBLE! the fact is it is up to us to nurture it!  Another fact seems to be that WE are our own worst critics and it is those nagging SELF doubts and inability to accept our own perceived shortcomings and let downs and move on that affect our SELFESTEEM everyday.

Recently a project, the DOVE REAL BEAUTY SKETCHES, has been making its way through social media sites, done to point out Women's perception of themselves in which a sketch artist takes several individual WOMEN has them give him a description of themselves while he sketches them unseen and then has individuals who do not know these women and have only briefly seen them give him a description of these same women.  In the end the women are faced with looking at their reflection from their own perspective and another's and the two sketches are not the same, leaving the impression that women do not perceive themselves as beautiful or happy and are more able to describe their own perceived flaws rather than more positive attributes of themselves.  While I do find the REAL BEAUTY project touches on an issue faced by many women and girls.  The perceptions of Self which may be attributed to low self esteem are not only a women's issues or a #girlissue (and although the reason I began this Blog was to address the issue of SELFESTEEM for women and girls) this project helped remind me that it is a Human issue, one WE all face every moment of everyday and to that I say...Namaste.

'You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserves your love and affection' - 
Gautama Siddharta - Buddha Quotes 


If I can take a moment now I would like to share my daughter's perspective on SELFESTEEM.

Self-Esteem Essay 

Self-Esteem. The word is defined as how much you value yourself and how important you think you are. It is also how you feel about the things you can do.

Self-Esteem may not sound very important but it just might be one of the most important things in your life. Why should having positive self-esteem matter to you? Self-esteem can be the difference between success and failure. If you have positive self -esteem you will push your self to do more things, leading you to a successful life of happiness and joy. Self-esteem effects your confidence.  Take for example your school talent show. Without confidence no one would be able to get up on stage and perform. Which means no talent show. Low self-esteem also effects your self image. With low self-esteem you will not take care of yourself and just let yourself go.  Remember value yourself, think you are special because you cannot value others till you feel fully comfortable with who you are. 

When a baby is born, the baby does not think about it self in a good or bad way.Baby's have negative nor positive self -esteem. This means that the parents or guardians job is to help encourage the child,so they eventually develop positive self-esteem. Kids need support to make decisions. People who can influence children are : Family members, coaches, teachers and classmates. By telling your friend "wow you  are amazing at that " or " you are great ", you are helping that person create positive and healthy self - esteem .   Baby's may not have self - esteem , but WE all do so treat yourself right and with respect. 

Here are just a few problems with having low self -esteem. With low self -esteem many people will feel self hate. Feeling self hate means you are unable to forgive the small mistakes you might make. You might also feel perfectionism which is one of the most destructive aspects of having low self - esteem. You may strive for perfection and when you don't do something perfect or reach your goals you feel great disappointment with your self. One of the other problems with having low self -esteem is you have fear and / or anxiety. You may feel powerless against anything and everything. 

 Growing up girls are more concerned about the way they look. Imagine reading an issue of teen vouge magazine and seeing a stunning model. This makes an impression on the girl. She might think this is the " ideal " image. Look at the girls in Hollywood today , they are so skinny and seem so "perfect". The way the media makes people look, has brought about some of these three damaging effects : eating disorders, mental depression and physical depression.  Media has portrayed this  unrealistic  look among models , making young girls feel bad about themselves unless they look this way. 

Although someone may have low self-esteem there are still many ways to boost ones self-esteem. Here are 5 things to remember anytime you are feeling low. You can make a list of the activities you are good at. Make sure you give yourself three compliments everyday. Remember your body is your own. No matter what shape, colour, or size it is. There are also things about your body you will never be able to change, so just accept that this is the way you are and when you feel a bad compliment coming on, tell yourself to stop. Thinking about yourself isn't always the best thing to do.  Focusing on the good things about yourself, you are building up your self-esteem.  Strong self-esteem is a major factor in being able to live a healthy, positive and joyful life.

When focusing on improving your self-esteem, think positively and place yourself in a positive environment around positive people.  Be kind to yourself and others and allow yourself to accept that everyone experiences positive and negative experiences, emotions and energy levels, a huge factor in how you feel about yourself and others.  When you allow yourself the same kindness, compassion and importance as you would another, you allow yourself to build healthy self-esteem.  When your own thoughts are based in your ability to understand how you feel, how you can improve your environments, experiences and/or attitude you achieve a greater sense of ease within yourself.   A healthy, positive and caring attitude towards your self and others are the building blocks and your path to healthy, well-balanced self-esteem.
 -  A. Giustizia 7the grade Essay

As I read through my daughter's essay written through her perspective I was drawn to my reflection on my own Self Esteem through the years, my challenges, my issues, accomplishments, let downs, my ability to or not to move on and my inevitable search for my own SELF culminating in my own personal experience of having turned to Yoga, many years ago to nurture PEACE WITHINand how it brought me health and wellness of BODY, MIND AND SPIRIT and how that has brought me back to one word everyday...Namaste, to continue to help keep me there.

So although BARBIE seems much more adept at leading a much more fast paced, diverse experience while maintaining an apparently phenomenal abundance of SELFESTEEM of Body, Mind + Spirit, I like every other Human Being work everyday on the path to healthy and well balanced self esteem...and will continue to come back everyday to...

 NAMASTE
I honour the place in you in which the entire universe dwells, 
I honor the place in you which is of love,  of truth, of light and of  PEACE, 
when you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, 
We are ONE.


PEACE WITHIN is POSSIBLE!
WE need only to look WITHIN and NURTURE it!
WE CAN!

Everyone's ability to look within and nurture positive, healthy, well balanced self esteem will be different,  there is no right or wrong way to achieve this and at different times in life it may mean taking a new approach and this makes no difference to your #gender.

What do SELFESTEEM and PEACE WITHIN have to do witheachother?
They are a reflection of eachother, each reflecting back upon eachother
SELFESTEEM builds PEACE WITHIN,
PEACE WITHIN builds SELFESTEEM
So while you are learning to be kind to yourself, you learn to be kinder to others and
while you are being kinder to others you are learning to be kinder to yourself...

maybe BARBIE learned all this stuff long ago!

for myself and any so many others we remind ourselves to nurture and love OURSELVES a little bit more each day ... NAMASTE


Sunday, September 11, 2011

9/11 Inside/Out

'Are' ~ 'We' living in an age where true enlightenment is possible ...

SEPTEMBER 11, 2011 I remember it so clearly ... Pregnant with 2 'little' babies watching as Mommy sat totally still, crying, watching in 'terror' as planes 'crashed', buildings 'crumbled', people "DIED" and the WORLD I knew ... changed forever.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" What do I say? that bad guys just like in Spiderman or Carebears had just hurt thousands of people ... that the WORLD to me seemed to have finally gone crazy and that the fight to control all the WORLD'S resources was up for grabs or that, maybe, people had become so disparaged within their 'own' lives that innocent people had to bear the suffering & the pain of 'their' actions ... What do I say? ... So ... I said  NOTHING and cried some more...I cried on and off for several days, grieving, worrying & contemplating what was instore for our future...THEIR FUTURE.
CHAPTER 10 'TERROR' March/05

In the first years following 9/11, many things changed and yet as is true of many major occurances in this World & in one's life, "life goes on", never the same, changed in many ways ... left with the wondering if the circumstances that led to 9/11 held within the future further unforseen, unforwarned tragedies.  Several years later, now,  with a baby who has grown into a toddler & two toddlers who have grown into children I still feel remnants of the sadness, fear and hopelessness that that day imprinted on my body, mind & soul.
For all 'Man'kind & for those of us who have never encountered bodily harm & the severe emotional & spiritual sufferings at the hands of war, this should be a day that resonates in our hearts, always, as a reminder to be grateful for our freedoms and our good fortune and to aspire to strive to create a WORLD in which 'all' know these freedoms and good fortune.
Excerpt CHAPTER 11 'THE COLLECTIVE MIND' MARCH/05

September 11, 2011
This poem is dedicated to the 'many' who suffered the loss & pain of the events of September 11, 2001
 "NEVER FORGET HOW STRONG YOU ARE, HOW BEAUTIFUL & BRIGHT ... NAMASTE

LOST
Today I feel so lost
The pain was too intense
I wondered what I'm doing here
Nothing made any sense
Why do I feel so insecure
So naked to the world
Why do I feel the need to try
To stop the tears I cry
Go deep within the anger
Go deep within the pain
Go beneath the surface
To truly start again
Don't allow the fear to win
Don't be afraid to feel
Don't be afraid to face your fear
As you will find within
Who and why you have come
To touch upon this world
Who and why you have come
upon which you have been hurled
Your time has come to see yourself
 for who you really are
within your dreams
You'll find yourself
And how you've come so far
DO NOT FORGET HOW STRONG YOU ARE
HOW BEAUTIFUL & BRIGHT
DO NOT FORGET WHO GAVE YOU LIFE
A STAR SHINING EVER BRIGHT

Dec/05

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

You Take 'my' Breath Away...Namaste

'I am Breath'


During a recent personal practice I came to the 'deep' realization that I am no longer deeply immersed in my own deep, full, natural, rhythmic breath which I worked so hard to 'BE' present in...breathing has once again become a little difficult due to living in and through a  long period of ongoing, chronic stress and tension which have made it difficult to completely relax, release and let 'all' go (so easily) and relax not only into the moment but as well my own breath.

The last year has been the most 'painful and stressfull' of 'my life' and only recently I re-gave up a 'breath taking' old habit that I had beaten & conquered for over 10 years, but once again found myself indulging in...smoking.

I realize now as my Mom was losing her breath, her life...I too was 'un-consciously&consciously' losing it with her.  In the last months of her life I tried so to HELP her get  her breath back 'begging' her to breathe, deep, full breaths, in and out through her 'nose'...she would breathe the breath in but the breath would always come rushing, labourously back out her mouth...that is when it started to settle into my 'Body, Mind & Spirit.'

My mother smoked her entire adult life (until the day she forgot she smoked...) dealing with the ongoing chronich stress, tension, anxiety and dis-ease of Alzheimers with which she had been struggling for many years and of which the last 2 had been 'deeply' distressing for her and my entire family...slowly it was 'taking' her life away from her and us...literally her 'breath', 'prana' & 'life'force were slipping away from us all.

We spent our last times together holding hands, hugging, walking, smiling and I trying to get her to breathe in and out as much as I could as I was not ready to 'let go' of her...I tried to encourage her to breathe and move, trying chair and bed yoga, to no avail...as I have learned through yoga...I had to 'let it go' and 'BE' with her in the 'moment'...it 'all' was what it was and there was no way  for me to force or change the situation.

One of my last days with my Mom, I tried again to do some yoga with her, she slowly mimicked me...
as she lifted one arm above her head, 'smiling' at me she told me that her and my Dad had done some yoga on the weekend  (this a women diagnosed as 'clinically' un-cognitive)... in moments... 'yes'... she may not have been able to tell you the time or find her way back to her own room or remember many things from the past...but, I know as she looked at me through those eyes that she was there, she 'REMEMBERED'
me and although I am not sure whether it was true that she had practiced yoga or not...I am sure that she told me she did because she was proud that I was doing it and she really wanted me to know that....we both smiled at eachother and began to take our walk together as we always did...unfortunately, this day she was highly anxious and restless ...as she had increasingly become in many 'moments' over the last several months and on this particular day just prior to Christmas nothing I 'tried' to do 'with' or 'for' her was of comfort to her
(not even decorating the tiny tree with her favourite angels which I had brought to decorate with her).

I left that day as I had many times before in the months leading up to her passing...giving my Mom as many hugs and kisses as I could, telling her I loved her & would see her soon and waiting till I had turned and walked away before allowing the tears to stream down my face...just far enough away till I could 'let go' and nobody would know.  When I was able to turn back she was waving and blowing kisses, as I drove away and as I waved back hiding beneath my sunglasses, the tears remained to fall.

Looking back now, I understand that at Christmas time (my Mom's favourite of the year) she knew that 'something' was about to change.

I realize I lost a little of my own breath, not when I was told my Mom had passed, but long before that...I see now that as she was slipping away from me in my life...I was losing a bit of my own breath each day...the breath I had worked years to find, my own inner source of peace, calm...my own rhythmic breath so vital to living a whole, happy & healthy life...in my pain & suffering and inability to release and let my Mom go, because I 'loved' her  so... and she was such a big part of who and what I am today and have always been... I realize how much she was truly a part of my balance, my strength... and without her I was sure I would not know who I would 'BE'.

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
When the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free
Miss me a little, but not too long
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me, but let me go
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone
It's all part of the masters plan
A step on the road home
when you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And busy your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go

I have lived through other experiences of stress, strain, pain through my journey along with many wonderful, peaceful, joyfull ' moments in my life...but none took my breath away as much as the 'letting go' of my Mom.

As I have recently quit smoking, instead of holding onto it as a source of 'failure'...through yoga I understand that for whatever reasons, perceived stress reduction, anger, fear, angst...although it was unhealthy for me... it somehow was where I was at and got me through the 'moment'...that along with the understanding that yoga has taught me MUCH about breath, life and the fullness there of of both...I am doing what I did 10 years ago when yoga first came into my life...I am 'softening' back into my 'self', looking 'forward' to the journey ahead and refinding my 'own' breath...'living' my life in this 'moment' and letting it 'all' go...

'I am Breath'

I am and always will 'BE' my Mother's Daughter.

You breathed me into life
You love me beyond death
You watch over me from afar
'Forever' my 'shining star' lab
44 - 43 = me (HA) ♥ NAMASTE

Monday, January 10, 2011

IQ in a Box

Change the colour of my hair, instantly 81% smarter...wondering where this is coming from...what this 'Blonde' is talking about...this...that somehow, someway...male perception would have it that Blondes are less intelligent than their Brunette
coun·ter·part (kountr-pärt) n.
a. One that closely resembles another.
b. One that has the same functions and characteristics as another; a corresponding person or thing
Having donned (dn) tr.v. don·ning, dons
1. To put on (clothing).
2. To assume or take on:

both colours in 'my' years I can

at·test (-tst) KEY
VERB: at·test·ed, at·test·ing, at·tests
To affirm to be correct, true, or genuine:

to the fact that 'I am' no more or less intelligent with brown or red hair than blonde.

how do I go about comprehending this mind baffling; perception or is it due to my 'lack of intelligence' or my hair colour, by which I do not understand this?

So...how then to
gar·ner (gärnr)
tr.v. gar·nered, gar·ner·ing, gar·ners
1. To amass; acquire. See Synonyms at reap.
2. An accumulation or collection of something.

the answer to this
di·chot·o·my (d-kt-m)
n. pl. di·chot·o·mies
1. Division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions:
 "the dichotomy of the one and the many"
 (Louis Auchincloss).

A little experiment;  IQ in a box...
So...I go brunette and ask 100 men to ask me 100 questions to devise my knowledge...
then head out into the world as a blonde and again ask 100 men to test my
sen·si·bil·i·ty (sns-bl-t)
n. pl. sen·si·bil·i·ties
1. The ability to feel or perceive.
a. Keen intellectual perception
b. Mental or emotional responsiveness toward something
2. Refined awareness and appreciation in matters of feeling.

Would they ask me easier questions cause they believe I am less intelligent? 
that would 'FOIL' my plan (no pun)...Don't ya think?

What do you think?
on that note;
Do women think brunette men are smarter than blond men?

Another 'moment' in the RUDE awakening; of equality...out there, in this `moment`exist a perception that I am not equal to my 'own' brunette counterpart.

Where to go from here?...if I remain Blonde...
must I work 81% harder to prove myself?...
live in the misconception of less intelligence?
left wondering how intelligent or non-intelligent one can be...
if IQ level is determined by the colour in a box...

and having been born a blonde; not sure how the higher intelligence would rule in on this one.

If the colour isn't exactly right?
how smart or dumb may I then 'BE'...

Not I, you see
for I've just recently
gone a shade lighter, to be
even a little bit 'StrawBErry'

 Wonder what the perception of that may be.....'TTROUBLEE'
with a double  T and E
that is how you spell it, right?

To all fellow female counterparts Brunette, Auburn, Jet Black, Pink, Blue, Grey, Platinum Blond

I know you have brains
each and every one
I see who you are
and who you've become
Your beauty, your grace
your intelligence and charm
should be major cause for alarm
For when you set your mind to anything you do you accomplish it because you are 'you'.
Stay strong in your femininity
Hold true to your own 'ROOTS'
Cause Next thing you know
They'll be talking about your BOOTs!

Footnote: this blog was 'en-lightened' by a FB post featuring Victoria secret models and a few HOW TO; HAIR TIPS...
not sure how, the HOW TO fact; that stated 81% of  males believe brunettes to be smarter than blondes is a
HOW TO; hair tip...then again...I am a StrawBErry blond, SO WHAT DO i KNOW...

one thing I am sure of; is that any male counterpart viewing the Victoria Secret photos on the same page weren't 
as·sess (ing) (-ss) KEY TRANSITIVE VERB:
as·sessed, as·sess·ing, as·sess·es
To determine the value, significance, or extent of; appraise

the INTELLIGENCE of the 'Angels' in that 'moment'...
I perceive only 19% of them would KNOW...and that they must be Grey... Namaste