Renunciation is not getting rid of the things of this world, but accepting that they pass away.
Aitken Roshi
...everything you gather is just more that you can lose...
Robert Hunter
...lost my sacred mala beads last night at a hipster pool party...yeah, I hear ya: what’s a yoga cynic doing with sacred mala beads in the first place?!...is he perhaps being ironic?....actually, no....got ‘em at Kripalu on one of first nights of the teacher training, passed out with a mantra...om namo bhagavate vasudevaya...even if I can’t say what exactly that means to me....then, a night or two before leaving, passed them around ceremonially through the group...as, you might say, a means of tying us and our experience together like sacred beads on a string...to be taken metaphysically or metaphorically...and I’ve worn them every day since, feeling that connection, in some way or other...but now they’re gone, dropped somewhere, apparently, when I was changing my clothes before or after going in for a swim...
...biked over there first thing after coffee this morning...found nothing but empty plastic cups and broken pool toys in the trampled grass...
...headed downtown to yoga class soon after...felt a drop or two a few blocks from home but didn’t think that was anything...then a light sprinkle along the Wissahickon path....turning to a not so light sprinkle and then a steady rain by the time I got to the Schuylkill...not thrilled to show up soaked and muddy, but no desire to turn around and go home, either...hell, you don’t hear those old school yogis saying dude, I was gonna go meditate naked in the charnel ground with rocks hanging from my junk but checked the weather on-line and looks like it might be a tad inclement...and, really, it's not bad, biking through the rain...
6 comments:
love it.
Refreshing
Dammit, I think I love you. I broke a beautiful mala the other night during a class I was teaching that was given to me from a friend. Made me sad but grateful that I had the opportunity to enjoy it.
acceptance. exactly what I needed to hear(read)today.
Actually, I was thinking, what's a yoga cynic doing at a hipster pool party? Then realized that there's only one hip yoga cynic...
Sorry about the loss of your beads, however, it reminds me of that impermanence thing...
Biking in the rain. *double happy*
Thanks for stopping by our place, drjay. Don't mean to do a comments quid pro quo, but I've been lurking awhile and lax on leaving my thoughts...anywhere. :o/
Mother Nature exacts a price for your happiness and adventures. Usually it's the "thing" you may cherish the most. Before jumping into Tres Cascades in Tahiti, I removed my heart-shaped opal and hid it in the pile of my clothing. After the swim, that opal had vanished. My friend, Jacquie Phelan (the mountain bike pioneer) lost her set of favorite pearls when she leaned over to flush the airplane toilet. I sometimes think that the memory of lost beloved articles is more vivid and vital than if those things stayed in your jewelry box.
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