Well, I leave tomorrow for Yogananda's Ashram in Encinitas, CA for 2.75 days of silence and meditation. Then, up to L.A., from there, for a four day Yoga teacher training with Shiva Rea, called Embodying the Flow.

I'll be back to posting when I return. Honor the cyle of transformation you are in as we expand into the fullness of the Summer Season. What is to give light must endure burning. I can't remember who said that, maybe it was Buddha. I put it in a post a long time ago, but there has been much burning taking place, not coincidentally, since the dawn of Summer. Trust in the Intelligent Unfolding and you will find the eternal joy you are seeking right within your own Self. Fear not, for there really is no thing to fear. Breathe into the changes and allow the positive Force of Life to guide you into alignment with all that is. Accept this moment, and in your faith and acceptance you will be receptive to the Infinite Grace illuminating you to the Light of Consciousness. Non-attachment will liberate you from fear and awaken you to the bliss of your Being. No worries...be happy.

A very special person shared this poem with me today. It's incredible...I hope you like it..

Happiness

There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away


And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take for its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.


No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.


It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.
-Jane Kenyon

p.s.-Stillness Speaks is a book by Eckhart Tolle. I haven't read it, but it could be a great summer read. Peace...Read more