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The miracle of hearing…

I have experienced a lifetime of hearing related issues and for most of that time I suffered in silence. It’s only been over the last ten years that I have found doctors that have been able to identify and albeit temporarily at times resolved my hearing loss. The fall of 2015 after a long battle with ear infections and a cholesteotoma in my left ear I had surgery for the first time and my brilliant doctor replaced the bones of my inner ear with a prosthesis which allowed be the best hearing in my left ear of my memorable life. For the following year plus, I listened with pleasure as I heard the laghter and crying of my beautiful granddaughters, enjoyed the amazing tunes of gong bathes both as a participant and player and have come to marvel in the healing properties of the Tibetan singing bowls that I play during the deep relaxation at the end of each Kundalini Yoga class I teach on Monday evenings. In December of 2016 I got a severe cold that resulted in a fifty percent loss of hearing in both ears, negative pressure in my left ear endangering the prosthetic and a blow out of my right ear that requires reconstructive surgery to repair it.
Today, I anticipate awaking in the late morning to the wonderful face of my wife after a fully successful surgery. I can’t wait to have to opportunity to think, my grandchildren should keep down the noise for the neighbors but not really care and again hear the sounds of the ocean…


Love and Blessings to all!
May Truth, Light and Love

Guide Our Path

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Question of the day:

When the Trump Administration officially identifies the Native American People and those Protestors who “Stand” with them, as Terrorists for their interference with pipeline construction, which side will you stand on? “We The People” or “The Corporation”?

~Chris Wood

Sunsets are back…in my life!

When we first moved to SoCal, I was at the beach for sunset atleast five days a week; that’s when we lived a mile away. A year later we were living four miles away and I made it at least three days a week if not for sunset for a walk on the beach. By year three we were seven miles from the beach and sunsets had become a monthly thing. I didn’t notice at first that sunsets had slowly slipped away and to be honest it wasn’t until last night that it truly hit me. See sunsets had become a big part of my photography and although I have been shooting quite a bit the beach and sunsets had had become a rarity.

Earlier this winter we moved yet again and specifically sought out a place closer to the beach. We found a place that although like many rentals was not exactly perfect, it put us in a position that meant the beach was back within walking and biking distance. Last night was the first time since we moved, a little over two months ago, we took the short jaunt to the beach. Our mission was to clear our gems and jewelry in the ocean with little thought about sunset. So, there I was standing at the waters edge, freezing “SoCal acclimated” since it was only 55 degrees, watching my wife wade into the ocean talking about life cleansing water, when I suddenly noticed a change in the color of everything.  We had accidentally ended up at the beach during the golden hour and forgetting the cold and the wet, along with my extreme displeasure of sand, I soon found myself shoes off, toes sinking into the cold wet sand while laying on the dune, immersed in the color of sunset, taking beach photos for the first time in over a year. What a rush. There is nothing like capturing those last few minutes of the world in the glow of a setting sun on the pacific ocean.

I’ve set a new goal to help rejuvenate my soul and keep me grounded. I will go to the beach for sunset at least twice a week, force myself onto the wet sand to capture as many moments radiant beauty as possible. while there I will use that time in nature to also meditate and allow Gaia and Merlin to talk to me and keep me on my path. I know it’s my duty to shine light into the darkness as the moon reflects the sun into the night sky but if I never take the time to bask in her energy I will not be a brilliant as I need to be in these dark times. Sunsets are back…in my life…let them into yours! Take a few moments out of your week to just take in a setting sun and bask in her glow. I promise, even on your darkest days, she will warm your heart, and lighten your soul.

Below are a few Sunset photos I have taken over the years. I hope you like them.

Who’s the Star of Your Life?

So many of us go through our lives with the feeling that there must be more to life than this. As a result, we periodically have times when we are in search of who we are or what our purpose is in life. I prefer to refer to this as a search for My Path.

Throughout my life, I have found myself off of My Path more often than I care to admit. These periodic diversions often leave me feeling bewildered and asking myself:

  • How did I get here?
  • Where did I step off the path?
  • What decision was it that changed my direction?
    • Was it the job change, the vacation, the conversation with my wife or best friend?
    • Was it even intentional?

This line of questioning is immediately followed by:

  • How do I get back on my Path?
  • What does my Path even look like now?
  • Does that Path even exist anymore now that I have been off of it for so long?
  • How can I tell when I am back on my Path?

I recently graduated from Kundalini Yoga Teacher Training, a journey that I never would have imagined was on My Path three years ago. During my training, a teacher, Guru Singh, gave a lecture wherein I internalized an analogy he used:

We are experiencing our lives like a film, frame by frame. All time exists simultaneously, past, present and future and as time rolls past us, we watch it scroll by and interact with it.

At the time, that analogy seemed like an interesting idea but I didn’t give it much thought until this weekend when I realized how ideal that concept is for divining, “Are You on Your Path or Someone Else’s?”

Ponder that question for a moment.

Ok, now that you’ve thought about it, let’s consider this: In the past when I’ve asked myself that question, I’ve answered with great confidence: “I’m on My Path.” However, when I employ the idea of looking at my life in the past and present as a film or movie that’s passing by one frame at a time, the answers are dramatically different, especially when adding a very specific filter to my perception of the movie. The filter I began applying was, “Who is the star of the movie in this frame?” and WOW did the entire plot change.

When you are truly living your True Self, the Star of the movie is always You and the only time you are ever on your Path is when you are living as your True Self.

We have to remember that in the Movie that is our life, we must always be the Star. When someone else is the Star in our Movie, it is because we have stepped off our Path to become nothing more than the support cast, and in some cases, a character or bit actor. This isn’t to say that we aren’t a supporting character or bit actor as a part of our life, but we should only be playing those parts in the life movies of others, never our own.

Instead of asking yourself if you’re on your path or spending the time anguishing over whether or where you stepped off your path try this: Am I the Star of my own Movie? Am I the Star of my own Life?

If so, rejoice in the knowledge that you are living true to yourself and give thanks to the guru within that guides your path.

If not, rejoice in the knowledge that you can see it, give thanks to the guru within that guides your path, and give yourself permission to be your True Self.

Yogi Bhajan said, “Once you are you, all will be around you as you want. That’s the catch-22.”

 

Be the Star of your Own Life.

Be your True Self.

Settle for nothing less than Your Best

and Everything is Possible.

Soul Clann Glacier NP

Our Yogic Journey Across America – A Wild Goose Adventure following the Light of Inspiration

Sat Nam Yogis!
Welcome back to the next episode and Day 8 in our #YogicJourneyandWildGooseAdventure.

The day started strange. We got off to a late start and went into Cabella for the Heat Gear and sleeping bag we have put off purchasing specifically at this location. Cabella’s camping section looked like a scene from a bad apocalypse movie the day after the main characters have gone through, or the way the south prepares for a hurricane.

The propane appeared to be all out, the sleeping bags were mostly gone, boxes open and more than half of the display models were either missing or hanging by one corner. So after 10 minutes of looking at what was available, then another 10 to find an associate, we got what we came for, sleeping bag for us both, isobutane and our under garments and off to the bike we we strolled.

“Hmmm,” I heard Amy under her breathe. Funny thing was I was thinking the same thing. “Where are we gonna put this thing? We obviously need a complete repack.” Turning to her I asked if she could hold it until we got to the restraint for breakfast and we would figure out a solution while we ate. “Suuuure…”, she said as she turned her head and climbed onto Lady.

Minutes later we were in the parking lot of Culver, they were too busy to even entertain eating there but had to do the repack in their parking lot before going any further. What a sight, all of the gear sitting in the grass behind the bike but with some rearranging we were able to repack everything; while putting on a show for all the people sitting outside eating including the bikers parked next to us.

Now we are off and finally the Badlands are within sight as we scream onto I-90 heading due west. Oddly, just as it did the last time I was here 10 years ago, the affects of heat exhaustion crept up on us and we were not destined to see them this evening. So, again we resigned ourselves to just relaxing, enjoying the ride and following the sign and the light as it led us.

Funny thought when we read a sign advertising hotels on a distant town and both of us said at the same time “I would never stay in a town named ‘Murdo'”. Not long after we saw a sign for exit 220 and had to stop as we had run into the number a lot recently. 3 out of the last 4 hotels and decided to see if it was telling us something.

Minutes later as we meander down a small county road through South Dakota, Amy asked me to tell her a story and the background of a story I have been working on began to pour out of me. Just before the road came to an end we passed a sign, ” Welcoms to Vivian.” A name which appears very importantly in the story.

An hour later where did we end up? Yes, in Murdo at one of the places from the signs ealier. If there has been an odder place it would have been in Neverland. This place was right out of the one of Liberace’s dreams. Including the corded off living room with the gold mirrors and satin flowered couches in the lobby of the place to the rooms with the cheeta carpet and the zebra print blankets.

Come back soon for Day 9 to find out more about the Badlands, ditching our leggings and getting rained out.

May Truth, Light and Love Guide Our Path

Our Yogic Journey Across America – A Wild Goose Adventure a Cruising Day…

Sat Nam Yogis!

Welcome back to the next episode and Day 7 in our #YogicJourneyandWildGooseAdventure.

The initial days of the ride I struggled getting accustomed to “Lady” as she’s come to be called, she most definitely has a personality of her own and it’s going to take a while to fully understand her. In the meantime, I am simply respecting her power and listening to her as she takes us through corners, curves over big bumps and down sudden drops. She never lets us down as long as I allow her to lead.

When we arose this morning we decided that today was just going to be about putting on miles and closing the gap between where we were and where we intended to be by now. In setting this intent we prepared the bike, which has become quite routine and set out quite early for us.

Our routine has become stopping about every 100-130 miles. The difference for bike travel is we are constrained to much shorter durations between stops due to her five gallon tank. Loaded down and two upper are averaging about 40 mpg and without an actual gas gauge, we have to plan stops based upon her range and gas stations then, watch the trip odometer closely.

Finally, we are on the road. Heading north along the I-35  I am reminded of one of the benefits of being in the Midwest, which is that you can spot a storm miles away. Seeing the dark cloud north of us we made a sudden correction and turn west into a small four lame divided highway 30 and resolved our path to simply cruise along inatead of hoofing it as fast as possible. Next thing we knew, we had cruised our way across the state and into Sioux Falls following highway numbers on a hunch from Amy. The best part was that we just cruised for the first time. Just laughing, telling the jokes, pointing out scenery, doing some chanting  and occasional singing.

Finally arriving in Mitchell, SD late, we packed it in and missed our first day of Sadhana and the stretch pose challenge. Crap! We had the first stress free relaxing day 7.

Come back tomorrow to find out more about, following the light and yet another parking lot repacked!


Look, we found Arlo!

May Truth, Light and Love Guide Our Path

Our Yogic Journey Across America – A Wild Goose Adventure Travel Trials…

Sat Nam Yogis!
Welcome back to the next episode and Day 6 in our #YogicJourneyandWildGooseAdventure.

We have discovered on the trip, which impart was about resetting our diet and Sadhana to our previously managed yogic structure, that living on the motorcycle is not attuned to eating and drinking healthy. The plan was to once again drop the sugar from our diet, continue on our new Vegetarian/Pescatarian way of eating, while adding in more yogi tea and water.

Recently we’ve been experiencing lows in our energy levels attributed to what was thought as diet changes, they magnified ten fold with the heat and humidity in New England and the Midwest. So, the intent to improve upon the changes in our diet have turned into every 50 to 100 miles hitting the convience stores for soda, water, candy and coffee to keep our energy levels up.  This afternoon we had a  revelation,  even though the feared dehydration was a non-issue, our energy was being sapped by all weather jackets that have been fundamentally required as part of our riding gear. The heat under the four season jackets was the equivalent of either an easy bake oven or a personal sauna. This means we will be looking for some relatively inexpensive mesh riding jackets first thing tomorrow. Not sure if this will help the pace any but surely will make the ride cooler! 

We ended our Loopy Snickers day in Iowa City!


Come back later this afternoon or tomorrow to find out more about, following our hearts, the numbers and just slow cruisin’ our way to bliss.

May Truth, Light and Love Guide Our Path