Pumpkin Wheat Honey Muffins

There was weekend muffinage

I'm glad to report they were quite delicious. Recipe here.

the sacred space

I'm beginning to recognize the value of ritual in creating a space for yoga. I've always had an aversion to routine, thinking it somehow stripped me of spontaneity or individuality to do the same thing, the same way over and over again. Now in the process of trying to carve out a home practice, a very difficult thing for me to do, I'm finding a new purpose to mindful ritual - habitually creating a space to commune with the self in silence.

Something about beginning the OM and end with the OM marks the space and time as apart from all other times of day, as if to say now I make the time to feel life from inside my body not just react to external stimuli. The process of radiating out instead of absorbing in.

Today it feels good to make that space and to bow in reverence to what lies within.

Flash forward a week later...

Teacher Training started a week ago but I feel like I've been doing this forever.

Today just wants me to practice, wants to feel the "juice" flowing in the body, between the shoulder blades, wants to feel the breath in union with movement and the quietness of mind focused single-heartedly at one task - breathing, moving, being.

When does yoga become more than a practice? Perhaps I'm still foolishly in love with it all, waiting for the illusion to melt and experience the reality of what is. I try my best to wait for it with my cup empty.