We say release, and radiance, and roses,
and echo upon everything that’s known;
and yet, behind the world our names enclose is
the nameless: our true archetype and home.
The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman,
the field is humble, and the forest proud;
but over everything we say, inhuman,
moves the forever-undetermined god.
We grow up; but the world remains a child.
Star and flower, in silence, watch us go.
And sometimes we appear to be the final
exam they must succeed on. And they do.
Lecrae (via katara)
THIS THIS THIS
1. To the best of your ability meditate at regular times in the cool of the morning or the quiet of the night. This way your family or roommates will come to know your meditation times and perhaps be respectful of this time.
2. Have a designated meditation spot. It can be a corner of your room. Have a prayer rug, flat cushion or folded blanket. It should be sparse, uncluttered and comfortable. I use an antique prayer rug but placed over a flat cushion purchased at target garden center for nine bucks. For at least an hour prior to meditating, avoid stimulating sensory input i.e. music, movies or other things which will pull your attention during practice.
3. Always cleanse the body prior to meditation. At least a washing of the face, hands and feet. Performing this little ritual is both respectful and a soothing way to prepare your body and mind for meditation.
4. You may set the mood with candles, incense or music but it is not necessary. The room should be cool not cold, dimmed but not dark.
5. Stretch or do some basic postures to loosen up.
6. Do a few minutes of pranic breathing to calm your mind and body.
7. Sit with your back absolutely straight as if a straight line can be drawn from the tip of your head to your tailbone. This is essential! Sit comfortably! You do not have to impress anybody at your mastery of the full lotus at the expense of your meditation practice. You may use a chair if that is more comfortable for you.
8. Concentrate on your breathing. By this time you should know how to perform standard yogic breathing. Slow regular through the nose. Do not hyperventilate.
9. You may also focus on a candle, mandala or a mantra. A good beginning mantra is the “Om Shanti Shanti Shanti" Om Peace Peace Peace. Mantras may be recited aloud or internally. The key is to silence the chatter in your mind.
10.Music may be used to help silence the mental chatter. It should be quiet, without a pounding beat, repetitive, without distracting lyrics or changes. It should be continuous for the session. Pandora has a channel just for this. Also, I have a link on my blog to some free resources.
this will never not be relevant.
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
Meditation Masters(via cazham)
there is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.