Ayurvedic Thai Yoga Therapy



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I have come to the frightening conclusion that i am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood which makes the weather.

I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides. Whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalted and a person humanized or dehumanized.

If we treat people as they are, we make them worst. If we treat them as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.

~ J. W. Goethe

A Return to Love

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of spirit. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure.

We were born to manifest the glory that is within us. It is not just in some of us, its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give people the permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

~ Marianne Williamson

Cracked Pot

A water bearer from India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the House, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection. And miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw. So I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life.

Fellow Swimmers

There is a river flowing now, very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel that they are being torn apart and suffer greatly.

Know that the river has its destination. The elders say we must push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves, for the moment we do that , our spiritual growth comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves, banish the word "struggle" from your attitude and vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred way and in celebration. We are the ones we've been waiting for.

~ a Hopi elder from a Native American gathering in Arizona 1999 Summer Solstice

Love Me

Admit something: everyone you see, you say to them, 'Love Me.' Of course you do not say this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?"

~ Hafiz

Starfish Poem

Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean. As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish in the ocean." "I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?" "The sun is up, and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die." "But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach, and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!"

The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said, "It made a difference for that one."

~ author unknown

The Call

I have heard it all my life, a voice calling a name I recognized as my own. Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper. Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency. But always it says: wake up, my love. You are walking asleep. There's no safety in that! Remember what you are, and let this knowing take you home to the Beloved with every breath.

Hold tenderly who you are, and let a deeper knowing color the shape of your humanness. There is nowhere to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand. There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to. All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now. You are wearing yourself out with all this searching. Come home and rest.

How much longer can you live like this? Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying. Give it up! Let yourself be one of the god-mad, faithful only to the beauty you are. Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close, dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out. Remember, there is one word you are here to say with your whole being. When it finds you, give your life to it. Don't be tight-lipped and stingy. Spend yourself completely on the saying. Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Birds Wings

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you are bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes if it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting or expanding ~ the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds wings.

~ Rumi

Krishna and Radha
the divine union

The relationship most reveired in the Hindu tradition is that of Radha and Krishna. It is an example of the highest and purest love. A love expressed as only through music can, an indissoluble union of the highest intermingling and completion.

Krishna, the beloved mischievous and enchanting boy of Brindavan, is the cosmic musician who woo's the gopi's (the milkmaids in the village) with his tunes.

The notes issued by Krisna's flute are likened to the avatars of forces in nature; tunes so powerful that they embodied the energy of the cosmos. It should be no surprise, then, that Krisna's flute had the power to woo women wherever he went. Lassoing the stars.

Radha, the most beautiful and beloved amongst the gopis is the consort of our beloved Krishna with a love and devotion unmatched by any other. Radha's yearning for union with her beloved Krishna is likened to the soul's longing for spiritual awakening and for union with the One Source of peace and bliss.

The love of Radha and Krishna is symbolic of the eternal love affair between the devoted mortal and the Divine. Radha in her bliss symbolizes a unique state of devotion that is bound to lead to a merger with the One.

compiled for occassion
on march 13, 2005
dedicated to our beloved
Matty and Michelle.