07 Apr Gifts from the Meditation Community – April 7 2020
Posted at 09:59h in Daily Thoughts
VOICE BODY CONNECTION with Elissa Weinzimmer
Twenty minute voice & movement warm ups which happen twice a day:
- Monday at 9am EST and 5:30pm EST
- Tuesday at 9am EST and 5:30pm EST
- Wednesday at 9am EST and 5:30pm EST
- Thursday at 9am EST and 5:30pm EST
Information and RSVP for free sessions here
FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE A MANTRA OR A WAY TO MEDITATE
from my colleague, Light Watkins. In this book he offers you a technique that I’ve heard good reports about:
ANOTHER BOOK THAT OFFERS A PRACTICE FOR THOSE WITHOUT A MANTRA
by another colleague, Emily Fletcher, founder of ZIVA MEDITATION:
DAILY SOCIAL DISTANCING AND QUARANTINE TAPPING SUPPORT SESSIONS
Free ‘tapping’ sessions (also called EFT or the Emotional Freedom Technique) by my colleague, Jill Wener. (I tried this myself last week and had a fantastic experience)
Email Jill for password: firstname.lastname@example.org
INSPIRATIONAL WRITINGS FROM A MEDITATOR WHO’S GONE FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE
VIDEO TALKS FROM THE HOME OF SRI M
You can sign up to be informed when they happen live here, bottom of the page (though they’re all at 4:30 am PDT)
His spiritual memoir, Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master: A Yogi’s Autobiography, available on Amazon
ONLINE MEDITATIONS, WEDNESDAYS AND SUNDAYS, WITH YOUR HOST: ME
Link through here for information on joining. All are welcome.
SOLITUDE by Tomas Transtromer
Right here I was nearly killed one night in February.
My car slewed on the ice, sideways,
into the other lane. The oncoming cars—
their headlights—came nearer.
My name, my daughters, my job
slipped free and fell behind silently,
farther and farther back. I was anonymous,
like a schoolboy in a lot surrounded by enemies.
The approaching traffic had powerful lights.
They shone on my while I turned and turned
the wheel in a transparent fear that moved like eggwhite.
The seconds lengthened out—making more room—
they grew long as hospital buildings.
It felt as if you could just take it easy
and loaf a bit
before the smash came.
Then firm land appeared: a helping sandgrain
or a marvelous gust of wind. The car took hold
and fishtailed back across the road.
A signpost shot up, snapped off—a ringing sound—
tossed into the dark.
Came all quiet. I sat there in my seatbelt
and watched someone tramp through the blowing snow
to see what had become of me.
I have been walking a while
on the frozen Swedish fields
and I have seen no one.
IN other parts of the world
people are born, live and die
in a constant human crush.
To be visible all the time—to live
in a swarm of eyes—
surely that leaves its mark on the face.
Features overlaid with clay.
The low voices rise and fall
as they divide up
heaven, shadows, grains of sand.
I have to be by myself
ten minutes every morning,
ten minutes every night,
–and nothing to be done!
We all line up to ask each other for help.
Today I will do something to take care of myself the way God would take care of me.
Spring Snow, outside Big Timber, Montana