I get more courageous
When I move with awareness – and breathe into the new/renewed space in my body.
My mind knows. All of nature knows the depth of the ocean is in me. I am strong and sure that this is my time, I own me.
And I own the sky, the wide depth of being, sparkling sunburst in my being, in the heart of me. Truth and honor. Kindness and thoughtfulness – elegance.
And I give it all to this day.
I realize the Light, the Fire, the crystalline Ice – sparkling
Into day, the driving force of Goodness into True Beauty.
I Teach. I Learn. It’s Enough.
The flow of water can carve out rock, can transform the ordinary into a great work of art. Perseverance does that.
Stand in your Truth.
Be what you Seek.
Open your heart to grace
And Love.
“You know, at some point you have to free the inner hostage.
“No one else can storm the gates.
“You alone can finally break the barricades and just free…you.” — Tosha Silver. From Outrageous Openness, p. 124
The sticks reveal warmth. The angel soars high above. Chickadees ride the current of breezy sky.
Light reveals streaks of sweetness engulfing winter with love.
Into the new light of day – flickering into sparkle, new dawn.
As fog (my worried mind) lifts, floats, reveals clarity. Hope coming through the forest. Faith through the deep black night into a streaky sky.
Of beauty.
Dancing reflection of true light And the rebirth of the clear sky
Enchanted colors.
Settled snow, roots of the grass resting below, gaining energy for future beauty.
A gift in this season of stillness: Calm of our neighborhood and in All.
Spirit.
Better is good.
Step by step – a practice for opening into grace – elegance.
No screens – This is Truth.
The angels come: Abiding Reality reveals.
A candle burns.
My heart rings sweet.
I walk into the sky
A man behind glass is sent to clear the fields.
A rolling sea, waves of wheat, crystalline perseverance.
While a
Splash of trees line the horizon, strong but ever-changing. They are the true leaders.
The clear sky beside
The clear window of my mind.
Canada geese fly
And they lift me up to join them.
We fly – the wind sparking conversation
Voices of wisdom
Connection
Flight – soaring beyond.
Can I fly on with you?
Or is the earth my home –
Deep and wide
Or in-between – gently hovering, one toe touching solidness. Assured in this space.
So I settle.
Stand, then walk, in my power.
Revealing Grace. Steadfast and True.
Myself. New. Yet ancient as the smooth stone of Monuments.
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As I walk and walk and walk
Into goodness and gratitude
I watch –
Colors transform the sky to dawn’s early light. Nature sounds, awakes. Splash of day, from stillness of night.
Mist from the earth. Flight into the sky. Golden streaks. Pastel and pleasant
To me – kind, smooth, awakening.
Seagull dips, glides
Water of the lake flows
This is my Yoga
Now
Sweet music, sky – the shore
Beauty inside
And out, all around, singing, prancing aloud, in flight.
There’s no stopping me now.
I treasure our connection through and in Yoga – uniting, gathering, melting, combining – our goodness, kindness, strength, and courage into a bigger opportunity for goodness, kindness, strength…
That’s what it is, for me:
I want beauty for all, Freedom from inner and outer harm.
Joy and Peace. Honor. Namaste…
Yoga with Ann Lapo 