#dannafaulds

There is no controlling life. Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a stream and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in – the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures and success. When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth. In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes. #dannafaulds (at SUNY Oswego)

I wanted to share a poem that I read this morning by #dannafaulds and I invite you to let this be your practice for today. A moment to pause to be open to awareness, so I imagine you’re in a big open field as you read these words. Allow the words to land and resonate through the body the heart of the mind. This is a gift. The poem is called awareness, knowing itself Hi friends, I wanted to share a poem that I read this morning for our Sangha meeting. It’s by Dina Falls and it’s called Awareness knowing itself. Please take a moment to read it and really allow the words to resonate. We learn to be with life as it is without wanting it to be different and this is a gift, so let this be your practice for today. Here it is. Awareness knowing itself Settle in the here and now. Reach down into the center where the world is not spinning and drink this holy peace. Feel relief flood into every cell. Nothing to do. Nothing to be but what you are already. Nothing to receive but what flows effortlessly from the mystery into form. Nothing to run from or run toward. Just this breath, awareness knowing itself as embodiment. Just this breath, awareness waking up to truth. 🙏❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CpAziffLhui/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

“It only takes a reminder to breathe, A moment to be still, and just like that, Something in me settles, softens, makes space for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgement drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race; that we will all cross the finish line; that waking up to life is what we were born for. As many times as I forget, catch myself charging forward without even knowing where I’m going, that many times I can make the choice to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk slowly into the mystery.” #dannafaulds #poetry #mindfulness #mindfulnesspractice #perfectlyimperfect #acceptyourself #beinthenow #thepowerofnow #wakeuptolife #breathe #breath #justbreathe #yoga #wellbeing #mentalhealth 🤍 https://www.instagram.com/p/CBeZPuHjsfk/?igshid=pglma9lvgt2a

Totally borrowed 🕉 “A door opens. Maybe I've been standing here shuffling my weight from foot to foot for decades, or maybe I only knocked once. In truth, it doesn't matter. A door opens and I walk through without a backward glance. This is it, then, one moment of truth in a lifetime of truth; a choice made, a path taken, the gravitational pull of Spirit too compelling to ignore any longer. I am received by something far too vast to see. It has roots in antiquity but speaks clearly in the present tense. "Be," the vastness says. "Be without adverbs, descriptors, or qualities. Be so alive that awareness bares itself uncloaked and unadorned. Then go forth to give what you alone can give, awake to love and suffering, unburdened by the weight of expectations. Go forth to see and be seen, blossoming, always blossoming into your magnificence." ~Danna Faulds Via Joanne Swecker, LinkedIn #poetry #dannafaulds #opportunity (at Sunken Gardens)

This is the day of your awakening.

Found a #Kripalu studio in St. Augustine and fell in love with their hostel's balcony. I haven't been getting to my mat lately and my body insisted I take care of my self while out of town for work. Simplifying ones life shows you what is most important and for me this past weekend it was to nurture and support my self with enough sleep, morning meditation and yoga and whole plant foods. I also brought #DannaFaulds #poemsfromtheheartofyoga to read before class. I had felt so achy & worn out the night before that this poem I opened up to resonated deeply. Despite illness of body or mind, in spite of blinding despair or habitual belief, who you are is while. Let nothing keep you separate from the truth. The soul, illumined from within, longs to be known for what it is. Undying, untouched by fire or the storms of life, there is a place inside where stillness and abiding peace reside. You can ride the breath to go there. Despite doubt or hopeless turns of mind, you are not broken. Spirit surrounds, embraces, fills you from the inside out. Release everything that isn't your true nature. What's left, the fullness, light, and shadow, claim all that as your birthright. (at Discovery Yoga Center)