Love Letters

I recently found a box filled with love letters, love letters between my grandma and grandpa. They were married and within a week he was shipped off to boot camp in VA, then to Germany for the Korean War. The letters are amazing, the love that they shared via handwritten letters is beautiful.

"I sure do miss you darling..." he would write.

As this world of internet and social media overtakes all of our lives (seeing that I am "blogging"-a term surely foreign to my grandparents) I hope that we all take time to send a handwritten letter every now and then. If anything keep a handwritten journal, something that is tangible and can be held by generations that will prosper after we are long gone. I hope that one day someone will read my journal and laugh, snicker, and cry as the spells I cast in ink are brought to life, just as I have with those of my elders past.

Community

What builds community? What makes you feel as though you are a part of something? When was that moment of realization?

A Testimonial:

"I felt secure and safe, a feeling-in that particular time of my life-was exactly what I needed. I thought I was being hard and independent, that I could do anything. At the end of the day I felt the most at ease on my yoga mat, even with the unknown staring me down, I knew that I had support in the earth, my mat neighbors, and my yoga community. The best part... my yoga mat neighbors didn't even know the amount of support they were supplying (a testament that even if you feel tired and don't want to, for some odd reason, go to yoga class-your mat neighbors may need you there) Those "mat neighbors" will always be a part of my kula, they lent support during a very transformational time in my life.

So thank you to all of those unknown mat neighbors for sharing your energy."

Sending love to my kula... Who are your gurus?

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Wallpaper

"If these walls could talk..."
Often heard about old buildings and homes and those places that have a story. As I drove through downtown today I couldn't help but think of all the things that this old town has seen for the last few hundreds of years. Reminded me of our selves...


We all have a story. What if we were not afraid to let the walls of our body talk? What would yours say? Do you continue to plaster those walls with wallpaper and paint or are you willing to strip all of that down to reveal who and what you're truly made of in your most organic fashion>
Yoga and meditation can take us into those spaces so we can safely and with the support of our kula or community, get rid of that old wallpaper so we can live Now in the clean and new spaces of our lives.

Soul

Snoop dogg had soul plane, the south has soul food, there is the soul surfer, kia even has a soul crossover now but what really is soul? Is it a rhythm that shows up in music, is it an extraterrestrial being inside of our own bodies, is it just a car with a misleading name and how could any of those things end up in food?

I don't know the answers, but my thoughts indicate that there has to be a connection somewhere. Perhaps that is actually a clue, is soul a connectedness? Music connects people, the sea connects people, food connects people, cars connect people, and that drive inside each of us leads us to connect with people.

Just a thought for today... How are you connected? What connects you? What are you connected to?
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