The Moon is a nursery rhyme tonight. In it, a man tells stories with his mouth closed. I look up. My eyes are open. Tired, yes, but not blind. Even from here I can see. All the stars are clapping.

Each morning one sun salutation follows the other. Tomorrow one will be followed by 107 more for the global mala project. For peace. For connection. For the silence to fill the universes soul, for the purpose of being able to hear the stars clap.

Which brings me back to the moon. And I tilt my body in it's direction. Like the sunflowers outside my kitchen window. Only I do not sway in the breeze. And though I am dancing on a decision. In this moment. I know: this is exactly where I am supposed to be.

It's not too late, incase you haven't heard about it:

www.globalmalaproject.org

Before the end of the day today or tomorrow, join me in 108 sun salutations, 108 mantra, 108 minutes of meditation. Whatever you do to connect with the world, do it for 108 times/minutes with the intention of bringing peace, joy, satya (truth), compassion,  or healing into the collective consciousness of our world by bringing it into yourself.

be blessed. i am there with you. namaste.


(also, here is how to do a sun salutation if you didn't know.  : )

today i saw a snow on the not so distant mountains. just a glimpse through all the clouds, but still. it was there. a reminder that winter is not so far away.

and i am here. shivering in the sudden cold. and shivering from a soul that is full of warmth.
it's this strange sensation. I feel like a lantern. flickering, and not from any sort of wind, more from the excitement.

of knowing everything i once knew is nothing. of knowing the freedom of emptiness.of knowing that i am learning again.

there's so little to be said. except......

except that i am listening.

There is a kind of lightning that crashes on the inside of a turbulent mind, that lights up
the eyes with flashes of brilliant, raw emotion.

Each droplet of thought holds a connection to peace. Each lasts a few short minutes before
splashing back to the source. Each one awakens. Each one carries its own value, it's own beauty. Regardless of whether we're supposed to have them (thoughts) or not. The peace, the Truth, they always remain. Stillness sustains, when every part of us is moved, and the dance we call life is no less beautiful because it arises from motion.

I don't gravitate towards inertia. But there is a certain music of life, the soul's purest expression,
and freedom is found in not fighting the rhythm.

I'm damn near blind without glasses or contacts. There's no way I could read the words I'm writing with a prescribed -5.25. After years of wearing only contacts, I finally decided to get glasses. Let me rephrase that: I finally could afford to get both glasses and contacts, and not because insurance was any help. I had to go to Visionworks in the mall. instead of supporting my usual local "eyesmith" (Dr. Smith).

My trips to the mall are infrequent. Maybe around 5 times a year at most. So, I felt a little out of sorts to begin with, but when out of sorts was compounded with out of sight, I bordered on being lost entirely. There was a long wait to see the optometrist, and the assistant advised me to throw my current pair of contacts away. So,  I sat and waited. Sat and began to write. Lucid, fairly illegible words across the page, that I could feel but not see.

And something came to me: though I lacked sight, I still had vision. And perhaps with the lack of ability to utilize one of my senses the others might become more accute. So I tried to listen. Not with my ears, with my intuition. And when sight is gone, insight walks in, takes a seat in the corner of your mind and speaks. Or maybe it's always there but the words are all jumbled and filtered by the constant mumbling of the monkey mind.

In any case, this situation is worth recreating. Minus the mall. Life without sight belongs to faith. It's no blind belief, but it's nice to open your mind and find--in essence-- a kind of divine light.  And illuminated is a place for the faithful, some incandescent life line....