A little something about what it is that i love about Ashtanga... Daily practice is an artwork that i return to over and over, edit, revise - add, delete, and refine. Some days this work flows, some days this work weighs hard. Some days the work itself, even what ʻworkʼ means, is muddled. Other days, inspiration draws the strings of experience together to reveal an intricate web, to uncover ancient bones of my being-ness, below the packed earth of my thinking-ness. i am. In the end, in the practice, in the doing, whether murky or revealed, it doesnʼt matter. These seeming polarities are the same, they are the impermanent manifestation of something more permanent. I come, i practice, i breathe the breath of life within these cells iʼve borrowed from the churn of time. And I write this story with my movement. I write this story with my mind. I write this story with my spirit, which is your spirit, as this is your story. This is the story of breath, the wind of expansion and contraction - the flow of existence and the unity beneath. Bellow the ʻmyʼ and the ʻourʼ, there is only the gentle hum of the universe, as it unearths itʼs art, of birth and death.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 16:42:18 +0000
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