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Monday, September 27, 2010

The Place Where Heaven and Earth Meet


I listen to the rhythm of rain, slow and steady outside the window. The trees seem impossibly brighter than yesterday, striking their majestic poses as if daring the gray sky to even consider muting their inherent luminosity. My favorite asana, this: Tree. Balanced, poised, rooted here in earthly existance and dwelling in heavenly realms all at once. I recognize of course that this not just the way of trees...but of humans. Of you. Of me. Not that I feel balanced on all days...I struggle with internal winds, external gusts, downpours that drench the soil and threaten to drown my roots, toppling me from an upright stance to the very earth that I've always depended upon to support me. Of course I struggle, we all do at times. And then there are days, hours, moments when all is grace. Reaching in, up, out, down, knowing that this storm will pass, my inner light breaks free from the anxious clouds that have become dense. Orli, my light is as strong and present as it ever was. Nothing has changed, yet everything has changed in an instant of awareness. I, you, we are the place where heaven and earth meet. We are the trees outside the window, robed in green, gold, orange, scarlet foliage. Shimmering in rain-droplet diamonds, challenging the storms we create in our minds and those that suddenly arise from outside our physicality and beyond our imaginations, we glimpse our own intrinsic Divinity.

You might be wondering how a person who two days ago was wheeling about in a chair can stand on one foot and reach her arms up toward the ceiling...but MS is just this way for me, at least right now. Day to day, hour to hour, moment to moment. Grace. I did not hold the pose for long this morning, not as long as I could have a year and a half ago, and now again this evening my legs are shaking from myoclonis and weak, but all of this is irrelevant really, because I'm discovering more and more that standing with a foot rooted into the floor is not necessary to experience the inner energetic dynamic of this asana that has always given me peace. Inspired by the trees beyond my window recently, I have been practicing "standing" yoga postures supine in my bed when my legs spasm if I put weight on them and cannot support me without assistance.

And so...One leg extended, foot flexed the other angled and meeting my inner thigh, just above my knee...pelvis gently shifted as I engage my gluteal muscles, my core...lifting my rib cage, shoulders relaxing as arms extend, sweeping across sheets until palms rest against each other. I immitate the standing posture as well as I can; the softening of my heart, my mind, my spirit is not mimicry. It is the real deal, the same familiar, comforting harmony of inward and outward focus I have learned to cultivate and love over the past 18 years that yoga has been a part of my life.
Everthing has changed, yet nothing has changed in an instant of awareness. I, you, we are the place where heaven and earth meet. I listen to the rhythm of rain, slow and steady outside the window.The trees seem impossibly brighter than yesterday, striking their majestic poses as if daring the gray sky to even consider muting their inherent luminosity.

10 comments:

  1. Laura, I've been looking at the pictures of your Eastern trees in their glorious foliage over the last couple days. Their power, coupled with your words entered my dream last night. In it, I was transported back to the Midwest where I grew up--back into other autumns and the amazing canopy of color that memory serves up.

    I agree with you about the tree pose. If everything I learned in Yoga is true, then the intention and what ever movement I can make with that intention does become the pose.

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  2. Beautiful pictures, beautiful words. You have filled my heart with your grace across thousands of miles-- thank you.

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  3. As always, Laura, your words and your spirit touch my heart. Absolutely beautiful...

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  4. What a beautifully written post and I love the picture you included. I could nearly feel myself striking yoga poses with you!

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  5. Laura - I wrote and it disappeared.
    Thank you once again for your words and beautiful pictues. I am so happy I found you. You are an inspiration to this One Woman.
    Healing thoughts being sent your way.

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  6. Lovely photos. Yoga while in bed...excellent.
    Cheers,
    Karen

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  7. beyond beautiful.
    and It makes me smile to know that we see the same fall rain and feel moved and compelled by it.

    dare the sky.

    oh , amen to that.

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  8. Trees are strong and flexible, stationary and moving, steady and ever-changing. A study in contrasts, trees model resilience and perseverance, just as you do my friend. The tree pose suits you, Laura. May you be healthy and strong ~

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  9. Absolutely gorgeous images and words...so touching and inspiring. Thank you. :)

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  10. Ohh...I have to get myself out more often...:)

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