tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58422758688424048092024-02-07T21:44:40.529-08:00stretch-in-progressSimonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-29314110316997702242014-02-25T22:17:00.001-08:002014-02-25T22:17:53.145-08:00Kayaking in Cambodia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You can't miss this <a href="http://uniquekayakcambodia.com/">epic eco-tourism experience in Cambodia</a>.
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Imagine paddling a kayak, passing a Cambodia school kid
that's paddling their way home to her floating home. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Entwining yourself deep into the jungle, floating past lotus
flowers and vines, laughing with your friends as you try to maneuver an
instrument that the locals have so gracefully mastered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The experience is paramount. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Thy, our guide, was a burst of positive energy, and brimming
with information about Cambodia. The whole set up is super professional, and
definitely a good idea for a school tour group. Every need—from water bottles
to hats to shield you from the sun— is taken care of. <o:p></o:p></div>
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More importantly, it's a way to get much more intimate with
the floating villages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boats that
rage by are remote, and removed from village life. They kayaking gives you a
chance to interact with the locals and see more eye to eye- literally. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They take us a to lunch at sweet spot- the village’s only
restaurant- where we were served bamboo-wrapped sticky rice with sweet beans,
pork and coconut. Thy accompanies us the whole time, enriching our experience
with historical tidbits and facts about village life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The actual journey through the forest is unforgettable-
there’s that wonderful moment when you realize you’re completely present to the
beauty that’s pouring in from all sides. When my arms ached a little from the
kayak, but in a good way, a reminder of how good it can feel to be alive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-76697452989053017072013-08-17T00:47:00.001-07:002013-08-17T00:47:34.672-07:00LA Unplugged<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Three of us; David, Yohei and I, decided to take up a small venture. Our founding team had a simple yet exhilarating mission; we wanted to jump off a cliff.<br />
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Into water, you know. We found advisers along the way, and every time we wanted to give up (about five)- we chose instead to pivot.<br />
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As we first started upon our journey, we encountered two birdwatchers. I asked if I could take their picture; they said yes.<br />
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"That's a huge lens you have there," commented Yohei.<br />
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"Yes," says the birdwatcher, Mark, "Take a look, you can see all the detail". He shows us a surprisingly HD sparrow.<br />
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I open up the camera on my phone. "You don't mind if I take a picture of your picture," I say, snapping away; adding, rhetorically, "You don't think that's weird, do you?".<br />
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"...Well, it's a little weird, yes" says Mark.<br />
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I laugh, "oh, well, we're on this camping trip, LAUnplugged. And the organizer, he couldn't come on this hike, so I'm documenting the journey to share with him."<br />
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"Unplugged, as in, you're not supposed to be on your phone".<br />
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I'm dumbfouned. "...uh, yes. Yes, you've accurately interpreted that".<br />
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"You may want to do a better job of getting unplugged".<br />
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He was right, because for the first part of the hike, all I thought about was how to share this on social media.<br />
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-62666073490546918172013-08-02T17:36:00.001-07:002013-08-02T17:36:11.423-07:00Longing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The worst emotion in the world is longing. Even sadness has a satisfaction to it. </div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-79877808065260369212013-06-03T00:25:00.002-07:002013-06-03T00:26:15.493-07:00She Who Says No: Kali Ma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes hide from Kali. Sometimes I embrace her. </div>
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Last year, I loved Christi's class. I need my power- my core- to be really fully present, and Christi brings that focus. She gets it, and when you walk out of that class, your inner fire's been awakened.</div>
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This year, Christi was joined by The Jah Suns. There guys are out of this world- in a great way. Total shamans, musicians and soul brothers.</div>
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This took a yoga class on an other worldly journey to a whole new land of Shakti.</div>
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Guy Douglas brought the magic of the singing bowls, a digeridoo, shamanic drums and GONGS. Torkom Ji, also of the Alchemical Fusion of Sacred, brought a 432 hz synthesizer and played cosmic DJ. </div>
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Core values for business, love, friendship and every other kind of relationship you can think of.<br />
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I majored in honesty. <a href="http://stretchinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/rationale-short.html">No, really, I did</a>.<br />
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I'm not as much of a stickler as I once was about it, but it still makes it #1 on my values list. Life is much, much better when one is honest (to themselves & everyone else).<br />
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What is honesty? I'd say honesty is being an open channel communicating the thoughts & opinions that are relevant to the current experience. What is relevant? Generally, anything you are thinking & feeling about another person in any relationship is usually relevant to both or more parties. Why? Because thoughts are things, and people pick up on them. Honesty clears the air, and as a culture, I think we have an under-share our experience.<br />
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Don't be scared of telling people things. I can't vouch for how that will go for other people; but it's especially true for me. I am one of the most open minded motherf**kers I know. And I've spent the past 6 years in NYC & Venice. Being afraid to tell me something is absolutely absurd.<br />
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2. Integrity<br />
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Actions are fundamentally meaningless. The most well intended move can lead to unpleasant consequences and out-of-control outcomes & being attached to outcomes generally leads to insanity. There is no point to doing anything, really, with one exception;<br />
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If you say you will. Then it's a pretty good reason to do it.<br />
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In the grand spectrum of the universe, it doesn't really matter if you will get the proposal in by 5pm on Tuesday or 3pm on Friday, or not at all. But in the microcosm of your psyche, you'll build strength and trust in yourself if you stick to your deadline.<br />
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No one is perfect (I missed a coffee meeting on Monday) but building integrity is one the most wonderful experiences on the planet.<br />
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3. Courage<br />
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With the singular exception of bungee jumping, if something scares me, I'll probably do it on principle.<br />
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I may be confusing courage with stupidity, but I don't mind.<br />
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I've found fear is often a curtain for particularly wonderful experiences (think heights, public speaking, and letting someone know you find them attractive).<br />
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How nervous I feel is generally directly proportionally to how much I'm about to grow.<br />
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4. Creativity<br />
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Once again, actions are pretty meaningless. Everything we create is going to get destroyed in a big plasma explosion one day, if not sooner.<br />
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Yet humans tend to get off on it on creating things.<br />
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Making stuff feels awesome. So does growing, building and expanding. Perfecting, crafting, capturing the human experiences in joy, music and art...<br />
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Creating is being a part of the flow; in contrast, stagnation just feels bad. In some ways, being creative just means sharing yourself with the world. And sharing is caring; data, information, resources, and just about everything else.<br />
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As long as we admit that we enjoy creating for pure pleasure, we are going to have a lovely time here.<br />
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5. Compassion<br />
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Compassion is a super power. The most paramount emotion; the one vibration that can create complete and total change, that erases the past and brings in full recognition of creative potential in the present moment.<br />
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It feels like a stretching sensation in the heart. And at first it kind of hurts, but then it feels good, you know?<br />
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It is a secret weapon with the power to change any situation. And one of my favorite things. Ever. </div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-19585051145227606882013-05-21T23:21:00.003-07:002013-05-21T23:25:21.752-07:00Mythical Being<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I want to be this perfect human that listens fully, then pauses, and takes a breath before she speaks.<br />
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<b>When she does, speaks slowly; spins words of gold. I want to be this mythical being of divine communication & creativity, that brings vision to reality with each breath.</b><br />
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"Mythical.....But mythical people aren't real," he says, "They are mythical by definition".<br />
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"Well, maybe. I believe that I can change my way of being, and if I keep refining myself I'll eventually become a very impressive being. I want to be like Albus Dumbledore.....okay, that was a bad example because he's obviously not real-"<br />
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"Ok, fine. What about Hillary Clinton? Hillary Clinton is real?"<br />
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Maybe? I still want to be a mythical being ;)</div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-91151609649592976712013-05-20T00:44:00.000-07:002013-05-20T10:34:15.891-07:00Ecstasy, Solitude and Progress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are three things, Saul says, that are absolutely essential for the Bhakti yogi....<br />
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<b><span style="color: #351c75;">The first is Ecstasy.</span> </b>On the Bhakti path, ecstasy is essential. Ecstasy lifts you out of ordinary life and shows you what is possible. It also shows the truth, the bliss, of reality and the divine and wonderful love of our being.<br />
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<i>I love this. This wonderful truth, this little life hack. When I find it difficult to be alone (my mind likes to keep me company), I turn to yoga to clear my thoughts and remind me; I'm at the center of my experience. And my experience is happening now. </i><br />
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And lastly, Progress. <b><span style="color: #351c75;">Progress</span></b> is knowing that all love ultimately resides within the self. As we intertwine our states of stillness and ecstasy, we, paradoxically, reach for and relax into this space.<br />
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I want to know, truthfully, objectively, what the hell it is that I do with myself most of the time.<br />
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I'd like to know my top keywords. Maybe there are really predictable like "sex" "money" and "joy". I'd just like to be surprised by my research.<br />
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I want to know the 'sites' I visit most often. How much time do I spend there? Really? Because when I'm daydreaming, I'm not often holding up a stop watch.<br />
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How many 'visitors'? 'Uniques'? Maybe I'll monitor myself for a month and record the results.<br />
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How amazing would it be to see the aggregate, and the outliers?<br />
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-58984684733685377462013-05-03T12:59:00.003-07:002013-05-03T12:59:58.344-07:00Keep it. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-35924788666229442013-04-30T01:17:00.001-07:002013-05-20T00:45:47.390-07:00Innerspace. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I want something. </div>
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I've had a difficult time understanding what it may be.... despite its identity, it's elephantine presence has been undeniable. </div>
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You have felt that silent, confusing tug of desire and perhaps have spent hours identifying.....perhaps misappropriating, its source. Subtle but it's real, of course. </div>
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<b>I would like to share inner space with you. </b></div>
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I would like to know your thoughts and your feelings; dreams, visions and goals. I'd like to know how your mind made sense of the universe and your soul breathed amongst it. Practically, I'd like to send you messages and connect in your day. Mostly; to exist in a mutual world with consideration. Not always, but most or some of the time. </div>
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Merge a small part of my heart-mind. </div>
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It's really an awful lot to ask, if you think about it. </div>
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There's a tribe of people I hold in my heart space, and if you are interested, you may partake- although your participation may rise quickly through novelty. I'm seeing several now; but this offer is exclusive. Not at all on principle, through temporality of truth. </div>
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I am a lucky one; I share heart space with many humans. I do not need yours. But I would like to make the offer. </div>
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There's little to it. It's a vibrational thing. Unspoken & ephemeral; let's make it acknowledged and intentional. <b>I would like to share inner space with you. </b></div>
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Let me know if that interests you. </div>
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-37257501233137660842013-04-02T23:42:00.000-07:002013-05-20T00:45:12.616-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't know if this is a good place or not to announce that I am a total fuck up.<br />
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I have this idiotic vision of myself as a compassionate, patient person, when the truth of the matter is; well, it's not true at all.<br />
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I'm actually pushy, dominating in my viewpoints, aggressive, self-centered to an extreme; I'm still pretty confident that I'm not too manipulative but that's a subject for debate.<br />
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I do not want to be any of these things; I really don't. Especially as (since I'm self-centered), and when I am these things, the person most pissed off is me. And then, on top of that, I threaten and upset others. Which I do not intend at all. In the least bit.<br />
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I don't know if it's a cultural thing, because almost all the pushy, dominant people that don't know how to listen I know are all Russians. And everything that pisses me off about, say, my mother (who is a magical angel that still manages to annoy me) to my Russian friends (also, rad people that drive me nuts); yeah, that's not separate from me, that's ALL me, actually.<br />
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I swear to God I'm going to do everything in my power to make it better. I swear. Please, please forgive me and please be patient with me. </div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-33596893116310688952013-03-08T13:29:00.004-08:002013-03-08T13:32:41.821-08:00Electricity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-4271894968788300832013-03-07T20:20:00.000-08:002013-03-07T20:20:46.229-08:00When Can I Cast My E-Vote? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Great struggle and sacrifice has been made so that I have the right to vote, so it's not something I take lightly. Also, like many, I want to be an active participant in creating our reality.</div>
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So I planned to vote in the afternoon. But after two meetings ran late, and I drove up and down the Valley, I had missed the 8 o'clock cut off date. </div>
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Now, I know this is my fault, and my responsibility. I should have managed my day much better, and have voted in the morning. My bad. </div>
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But voter turnout is painfully low. Yesterday, we're talking mid-20s, maybe low 30 percentages. I certainly won't argue that making it to the polls is more difficult, than say, back in the day by horse and carriage, but we are a population that buys our dish soap in bed. </div>
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I'm ready to vote online. Aren't you? What's stopping us? </div>
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California is a tech savvy state, so in 2000 Secretary of State Bill Jones actually put out a report on the feasibility of internet voting. Now looking aside the fact that this was 13 years ago (that's roughly 5 generations of silicon start-ups), let's explore their concerns:</div>
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1. Tech Threats. Viruses and trojan horse pose the same threat as ever, and an attack on your computer could prevent your voting submission or submit an altered ballot. </div>
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2. Voter authentication. Every voter has the opportunity to cast a ballot and no voter is able to vote more than one time. Right now, poll workers compare the signature on your registration, with your signature on your ID. I don't know why or how they do this, because my signature is a bunch of scribbles. Yet CA is concerned with getting you a "digital signature" to use on your ballot. </div>
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3. Privacy. Using a work computer? You don't want your network administrator to see your vote, do you? Well, truly it doesn't matter whether you do or don't. Secrecy is a cornerstone in our democracy. That's why e-voting is different than e-commerce. Banks monitor transactions, but no one should monitor your votes. </div>
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So, with these barriers, what's the process to implementation? My dream is 'remote internet voting'. That means using a computer not necessarily owned and operated by election personnel. Like the one I am typing on now. But that's not going to be the first step. At first, it's going to be internet voting kiosks at the polls. This will allow internet voting to be tested for authenticity, and minimized the threat of viruses. From then on, we'll be able to move into private residences (though that's a big jump), and maybe, one day, mobile devices. </div>
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Like I said before, this report came out 13 years ago. We better jump on this fast. </div>
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-76003247321465548202013-03-06T22:10:00.003-08:002013-03-06T22:11:48.184-08:00Why Yoga Glo Rocks My Socks <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been spending a lot of time at CoLoft, in Santa Monica, so maybe I'm biased. But tech makes things better. More accessible, more efficient and more productive. In my mind, tech makes me superhuman. In reality, it kills my attention span and makes me <a href="https://twitter.com/sun_salutations">a twitter addict</a>. Still I love it.<br />
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But <a href="http://www.yogaglo.com/">YogaGlo</a> is an exception. Here is a piece of technology that makes my life easier, more efficient, and productive, and actually tames my ADD.<br />
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YogaGlo is a subscription service that streams online yoga classes. Cool concept, right? But the execution is flawless.<br />
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When you sign up (they offer a <a href="http://www.yogaglo.com/register_trial.php">15 day free trial</a>, so do it up), they ask you your focus. Maybe it's firming up your core, or getting some relaxation. Some of my favorites were improving concentration (yes, please) and increasing the mind-body connection.<br />
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Based on this focus, they suggest classes to you; one class each day. This is helpful because YogaGlo offers every kind of yoga; vinyasa, power, kundalini, yin, restorative, meditation, anusara, ashtanga, hatha- you name it. So you're really going to need their "Search" feature.<br />
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I love the search feature. Here's where the magic happens. They categorize their classes with keywords or "specific uses", such as detox, energizing, hormone balancing- you name it. Whatever you need that day- a clear mind in the morning or to get to sleep at night.<br />
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It gets better: time. Making time for a yoga practice is difficult. Getting to the studio, parking, taking an hour or an hour and a half class, changing and driving to your next destination can be a three hour process. That pretty much devours the entire unscheduled time of the average adult.<br />
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This experience is absolutely beautiful and totally worth it. But it's just tricky to fit in on a consistent basis. This is why YogaGlo is amazing. You can take anywhere between a 5 minute and 120 minute practice. A 30 minute class? Impractical at a studio, but available at your fingertips. Many mornings I can't take a full hour for my practice. But I've got 15 minutes.<br />
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Through this app, I've discovered Kia Miller (whose kundalini classes are amazing) and finally took some of Kathryn Budig, Elena Brower and Jo Tastula's classes. I couldn't even catch Elena when I lived in New York. Now she's in my bedroom (sweet).<br />
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There is a flip side, though. Because you can do yoga at literally any time, it can increase a tendency to put it off. Studios offer discipline by getting you to that 7pm class. But if you've already got the discipline, or you just can't make it to class, YogaGlo is your spot.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">YogaGlo did not pay me to write this review. I'm just this much of a dork. </span></i></div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-23518519725708943892013-01-29T17:21:00.001-08:002013-01-29T17:21:16.448-08:00The Strength to Overcome<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Hanuman Chalisa is an epic poem of devotion that makes me feel like I can do anything.<br />
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Absolutely anything. <br />
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Nothing
is too frustrating, trying or hopeless when the chalisa is playing. It
flicks on some internal power switch in my heart while simultaneously
removing despair static.<br />
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Hanuman, also known as "The Monkey God" is a Hindu deity that symbolizes
strength, courage, devotion and my favorite quality, grace. In the words of Krishna Das, Hanuman represents the <b>"strength to overcome all obstructions, all problems...anything that's in the way of us accomplishing our goals...and of course our ultimate goal is to open our hearts."</b><br />
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It is said that reciting the poem brings great strength, <a href="http://www.dipika.org.za/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=369:verse-by-verse-benefits-of-the-hanuman">the full verse by verse benefits outlined here</a>. <br />
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Here's a few of my favorite renditions of the Chalisa....<br />
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2. You may not know this about him, but artist Trevor Hall is a fantastic kirtan singer.<br />
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Krishna Das has several versions of the chalisa, but this one on the
album "Gate of Sweet Nectar" sounds so very hopeful and joyous. I
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-22816371783583152552013-01-07T19:14:00.000-08:002013-01-30T19:16:16.740-08:00Personal Statement: Cohesion in Being<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In college, I was a young, ambitious bulimic, with little compassion for the existential terror that gnawed at the edge of my psyche. At seventeen, I moved to the biggest city America had to offer, to study at its most liberal, creative and arguably leftist institution. Never had I ever tried sex, drugs, racial disparity in student populations, or books by Focault and Emma Goldman.<br />
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I wanted to know every way there was to think, and in my first few years alone I took classes in over ten fields of interest. Of particular impact were Gallatin's interdisciplinary seminars on identity, power, race, gender and environment. I credit these courses with both nightmares and insomnia, but also for opening up my eyes to the complexity of the world.<br />
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Perhaps my curiosity developed faster than my sagacity, for soon enough I was engulfed by experiences that I had no category of understanding for, and which refused to slide neatly into my worldview. As a first-generation immigrant, I was raised in a courageous family with fairly old-fashioned values. Although we always had some disagreements, the more I went to my urban liberal arts school, the more the gulf widened between our perceptions of reality. I'll admit that during this time, I questioned everything, including my sanity.<br />
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Mid-way through my freshman year, I discovered adderall, which seemed like a great solution for the pesky problems of food and rest. At first, adderall stopped my binge/purge cycle, and allowed me to actually concentrate. Over time, however, its original effects declined, and I upped my dosage in panic, <span style="background-color: white;">overwhelming my sympathetic nervous system a</span>nd placing continuous stress on my adrenal glands. My Sophomore year, I declined sleep, and, shockingly, my academic performance suffered as well.<br />
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These were not my proudest moments, but they are also important to me. Right around this time,<br />
somehow, I started realizing that my experience wasn't fixed. That my experience of the world<br />
depended on my perception and interpretation of it. I began to explore my own psyche.<br />
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I discovered a local, donation-based yoga center, and got hooked instantaneously. <span style="background-color: white;">When I practiced, I</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">discovered a strange, and astonishing, sense of presence.</span> I began to understand myself,<br />
mentally and physically, and the world provided an abundance of methods for self-examination. I<br />
began a new series of classes in existentialism, physics and philosophy, and took an independent study<br />
on brainwaves, entrainment and binaural beats. The links between neuroscience and philosophy called<br />
out to me, particularly in respect to the role that music and vibration play in the psyche. My studies<br />
finished off with classes such as “Body and Soul”, while my colloquium themed itself on the meaning<br />
of integrity. I was learning to be kind, and honest with myself.<br />
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I have spent the past five years discovering and exploring a variety of healing and therapeutic modalities, that have each brought me clarity and comfort in their own right, and joy blended together. These forms include yoga, sound therapy, kirtan, psychotherapy and meditation. To the strict Western mind, it appears I haven't studied since college. Yet I feel there was a scholarly demeanor to my pursuits. I read books, kept journals, sought out teachers and showed up to class, every day.<br />
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Last year, I co-founded a small yoga and sound healing service that aims to bring the benefits of sound meditation to the public through donation-based events.<br />
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Yoga gave me my first opportunity to listen to client's concerns and, occasionally, offer a helpful pose, breath exercise or meditation. I would like to offer more. I desire to study counseling in order to ease and aid in the experience of others, and to get a better grasp of the human experience. Perhaps one day I'll have a better grasp on what makes us hold on to past experiences or let go of them, what activates a positive mood or a negative one, and how one can become comfortable with one's mortality and existence. I would like to learn.<br />
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Why have I not turned to counseling before?<br />
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The truth is, and I am ashamed to say it, I was disturbed by the idea of a "helping profession". Meditation has brought up a few things for me, and one of the scariest is my own internalized misogyny. Not too long ago, I felt that the movers and shakers of this world were creators and leaders, who independently pushed their will forward. I always imagined that when I was most in my element, when things felt right, I would be a very active being. I believe I was wrong. To my astonishment, my most authentic self can be a very receptive self. The greatest, positive, most active change I can create is to feel compassion.<br />
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When I was at NYU, my director of student affairs, Danielle Insalaco-Egan, was the sort of person who had crayons and coloring books for all the confused 20 year olds. I came into her office once, in state of distress, seeking comfort and reassurance. She listened to me for a while, and absorbed my confusion. Then she spoke, slowly, and said;<br />
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"I think I've learned.....the world is full of walking wounded. And no one knows how to act".<br />
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My goal is to become a licensed Marriage and Family therapist, with an interest in existential and humanistic trains of thought. I also aim to research the effects of sound meditation as a means of legitimizing this practice and spreading it to the public. Sound meditation instruments are an excellent tool for those who 'cannot meditate' due to anxiety and uncontrollable or repetitive thoughts. They are also powerful for working through deep issues and finding release. I believe they inspire feelings of compassion for one's own experience, which can be incredibly therapeutic.<br />
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As for my future aspirations, I one day dream of a public center where psychotherapists can practice with clients on a walk-in basis. Fundamentally, the center would have a safe space that would be filled with the soothing sounds of Tibetan singing bowls, gongs and other healing instruments. There would be space for self-led practice of yoga, rooms for one-on-one therapy, and also an area to sit and study. Perhaps there will be a tea shop, for extra revenue. First in my own self, and then in the outside world, I would like to create an urban sanctuary that would be a safe haven for anyone feeling lost, stressed or confused.</div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-32118793588373671992012-12-16T20:07:00.000-08:002012-12-16T20:13:47.445-08:00Etched by a Diamond <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>"I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always
see who comes to call; where everything hanging from the ceiling and on
the walls stays there as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass
bed, under glass sheets, where <b>who I am</b> will sooner or later appear
etched by a diamond"- Andre Breton, Nanja</i><br />
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Sometimes I think I'm waiting for someone to come along and tell me who I am.<br />
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A perfect reflection of the caprice and wisdom of my being.<br />
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In the
complete acceptance and understanding of this creature, I will be
complete.<br />
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I will also be complete with a PhD, a million dollars, and a sound &
therapy center in every major city and a few off-the-beaten path
locales.<br />
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For travel, and variety, you know.<br />
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As I'm walking through Berkeley, I sink as I pass over a soft plywood that's covering construction.<br />
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A few steps pass, and I turn around, because there is the chance that it
could be the portal to a secret world. I blame every children's book
ever written for thoughts like these.<br />
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I walk back over it, and I note that the hole under it (partially
visible crack) is rather deep. Instead of a portal, it could be a rather
long and painful fall, and a waiting to be rescued. I'm really not in a
position to be breaking any bones right now.<br />
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I walk a few steps forward, and I realize that this though would be the perfect decoy for a hidden world.<br />
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So I go back over it. And pause for three breaths. I close my eyes. I
put all my weight on it, but it doesn't sink through. In retrospect, I
could have jumped.<br />
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Here is my desperate belief in hidden worlds in need of discovery.</div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-3924305267529300672012-10-08T20:46:00.001-07:002012-10-08T20:46:23.522-07:00Kishan Shah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There's nothing like a rockin vinyasa class in the evening...unless you're in Venice, and that class has dubstep, and an instructor with the best adjustments I've seen on the west coast. <br />
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Kishan's Shah's class is a beautiful combination of depth and bass, a solid sequence mixed with sweet spirituality, and an opportunity to sweat it all out.<br />
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As much as I appreciate challenge in my classes, I really much prefer it when there's an element in the class that ignites a fire within me, instead of pushing me. <br />
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Kishan is quite at home in Exhale's golden Sun room, and he splits his passion between standing meditation and yogic squats. The first time I went, I was so moved by the music, I felt I was stretching far into the sky in my standing poses, particularly the heart-opening lunges. I was so happy I decided to arrive at the studio that evening. I had heard of Kishan a few times, and had the intention of trying out his class for a while. So one unproductive day (I should wisely abandon accomplishment until after 7, really), I came in and let go of a whole bunch of stress: it was fantastic!<br />
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The next time I took class, I arrived after spending a weekend hiking 12 miles back and forth to a place called 'The Bridge To Nowhere'. My legs hurt, to say the least. Kishan's concern was apparent as he came over to me in my third or fourth time in child's pose, and asked me if I was. Just sore, I assured him, thankful for the attention. A little while later, he brought me into the deepest twist I had ever experienced, with my chest straight up into the sky in a twisted lunge. Impressive, and challenging : ) <br />
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-52510107215649498952012-10-08T20:44:00.001-07:002012-10-08T20:44:37.392-07:00An afternoon with Kate Duyn Cariati <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I walked into Kate's class, I joined several other women who were undoubtedly in the same space as me: craving an afternoon break of movement and meditation.<br />
<br />Kate's creative sequencing was truly spectacular, especially her fearlessness with arm balances. It was a Level 2/3 class, so there was certainly an element of challenge to the practice.<br />
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I had come in, admittedly, a slightly unbalanced state, and I was grateful for Kate's patience as I shed a silent tear or two, and fell out of more than a few poses. I really appreciate it when a teacher places me in situations that I'm usually a bit to lazy to enter into during my morning practices, like <a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/2479">eka pada koundiyanasana</a> (yeah, I had to look that up...). Kate led us into these spaces with a graceful, sweet and friendly air. Several times, she came over to whisper a friendly word of encouragement in my ear- much appreciated!<br />
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Overall, I left Kate's class with a sense of peace and accomplishment, and undoubtedly a stronger core as well : ) </div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-14576580552442628422012-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:002012-09-16T22:18:55.942-07:00Collaboration, Love and Economics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A friend of mine went on a date with a woman. They vibed particularly well, and seemed in joy of each other's company. He asked her, "If I were more financially stable, could you see yourself being with me more?".<br />
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"And a normal girl, he says, a normal girl would say 'Oh, of course, no'. But she needed to think about it for a moment....and say, hmm...I don't think so?"<br />
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I thought it was a bit unforgiving. It's a harsh reality for women. I've heard that women earn 77 cents on the dollar. In my experience, the women in my world earn less than half the income of the men I owe, and although this is skewed because many of the women I know are independent artists- a difficult profession in any gender- it's still the current state of affairs. In my world, I can tell you that the guys I know can get a plane flight or a boat or a new apartment or whatever the heck, and the women I know are having trouble paying for meals. I know that's not a demonstrative demographic. I am only trying to share my experience.<br />
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In our society, we usually share our income and possessions, our lifestyle, with those closest with us. For most, but not all people, that usually means that one shares more comfortably with one's spouse or one's girlfriend than with anyone else. And when you get to the level of structuring a world....<br />
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It could mean living in a world where you take a weekend vacation to Fiji, India, Morocco, and visit the symphony orchestra. Watch plays and enjoy nice meals, donate to charities and appreciate design. Organize benefits and choose every aspect of the home you live in. Or you could be trying to make ends meet in a dinky little place and have to worry about roof leaks and healthcare. <br />
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And I, with all my ideals and radical notions on equality and independence- have I ever thought about the opportunities that may be available to me in this respect? Has this idea presented itself in temptation?<br />
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Yes.<br />
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And the nausea that accompanies this tiny prick of desire as well.<br />
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When you realize that you are seeing your companionship as a grander opportunity than your talents and passions....yes, this is sick, truly sick. When I think that love, yes my love, is subject to material appeals and my mind seems unable to escape this. Well, I feel sick, I do.<br />
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The feeling fades and passes I explore other perspectives on the link between partnerships and economics. In Russia, people frequently don't move out of their parents homes until
they are married because the cost of housing is just so absurdly high,
it frequently takes two. And I think my generation is thinking like
this- the power of teaming up- from a space of equality- but seeing
collaboration as a route to abundance. <br />
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"You shouldn't marry someone rich" said Yohei, "You should find someone who is going to become rich, and marry them".<br />
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At
the time, he had no clue that this was actually the message my mother
has sent to me since perhaps birth, and how creepy it was that he
mentioned it out loud. But that was always her thought- connect for love, and then you both together seek to grow.<br />
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<i>Anyways, this has been on mind a lot recently and I just wanted to take an opportunity to let it go.</i> <br />
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-28410631227642791202012-09-15T15:30:00.001-07:002012-09-15T15:30:02.842-07:00Nervous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am nervous.<br />
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Seriously nervous. Harry Potter about to play quidditch nervous.<br />
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I actually have not been this jacked with anticipation since I was a mock trial debater almost 8 years ago in high school. To those who have never found themselves as mock trial debaters, this is a horrible allusion to the profound nature of this nervousness. I think the absurdity adds a nice touch. <br />
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That was the last time I fasted for an event, although at the time all the spiritual meaning of fasting was lost on me. It just seemed, for whatever reason, to be a good idea, the way it feels today. <br />
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In the early part of the week, I was all "yang" energy- running around, connecting post-Bhakti, getting out all our info, connecting with studios- up from early morning to late at night in a buzz of creation. Suddenly, mid-week, the energy shifted. I became more aware of my emotions and more sensitive than comfortable for sure, and I realized that I was entering a phase of "yin" energy.<br />
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It took me a long time to come to terms with this when it happens. For a few days, I'm not up in my running shoes listening to NIN, but rather down on the floor in a gentle yoga practice, or curled up with my journal. In the past I would repress this state, try to figure out what was 'wrong' and try to pump myself with energy. Time has taught me to honor my reflective state, to give myself
permission to be a bit more sleepy, a bit more sensitive, to explore my
dreams and express the myriad of strange human feelings I get filled up
with. It's an intuitive space, a way of being that perhaps offers or forces insight and understanding into my existence. During this time I find being alive altogether weird and bewildering, and a bit overwhelming, even. <br />
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And I know that tonight, though I have little expectation about what is actually going to take place, I have a strange inclination that it's going to be a very strong experience. I feel like I'm about to lose my identity slightly, and that I, like the people in savasanah, may journey away a little bit as I ring the gongs, and find myself different upon my arrival.<br />
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Even though I know the experience is usually quite pleasant, the very presence of the unknown alerts me,<br />
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Well, let's finish getting ready then. <br />
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Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-36774723288503296862012-08-14T23:17:00.000-07:002012-08-14T23:17:24.964-07:00Venice Movement Arts Center: with Alexandria Barrett <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever had a day where, by 6 o'clock, you've rescheduled your evening meeting for noon tomorrow, then dropped the world and headed yoga-wards? I won't judge you. That was my night.<br />
<br />Alexandria Barrett opened up Venice Arts Movement Center, a community sanctuary right across from Whole Foods (think yoga + smoothie, yoga + groceries, yoga + pretending-to-be-healthy pizza). Her 7pm class featured live music and candles, a soft soothing voice and a welcoming presence.<br />
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Earlier today, I learned about the 3P's, Perseverance (moving through the difficult), Persistence (re-awakening your goal) and Patience (letting go and waiting in confidence). That's a pretty accurate summary of Alexandria's class.<br />
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Alexandria holds the space with ease as she guides through a simple, hacyon sequence. It's slow flow, which in my opinion is much more difficult than a more rajastic- or fiery- vinyasa. Slow flow invites one to spend more time with the self, to explore the exhausted mind and body, full of hesitation, as it embarks on the movement's path. Usually, I don't get a quick escape from my thoughts, I must work for it through awareness and focus upon the breath.<br />
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We move mindfully from one pose to another, a strong set up in Warrior I, each transition coordinated. It was a blessing challenge, knocking my out of my day's 'coast' mentality. Alexandria caught me rushing from one pose to the incorrect other a few times, I'll admit. After a while, I realized I'm going to be holding these poses longer than I may expect ; ).<br />
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Our pigeon pose was particularly detailed: Alexandria talked about the structure and nature of the piriformis, after adjusting almost everyone in the class during the lengthy hold. <br />
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Half way through the class, however, I remember why slow flow is as powerful as it is. Instead of a quick yoga high, I set my inner metronome from presto to lento. I've played out the entirety of my mental tape, stretched each part of my body, and sank deep into savasanah with lavender pillows. <br />
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As I walked out of class, awake and radiant, my mind pushed creativity into the silence; composing stories and ideas. <i>It's 8:45, and I just woke up</i>, I think to myself. Thanks Alexandria!</div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-55917989644239165092012-08-13T17:21:00.000-07:002012-08-13T17:21:02.812-07:00Isabelle Du Soleil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you've ever imagined what is it like to do yoga in the french countryside, Isabelle Du Soleil has you covered. <br /><br />Isabelle was subbing Annie's SMARTflow level 2/3, a class that's always challenging and requires a bit of mental pep talk to get to in the morning. About half way through the class today, I realized that just because Annie wasn't teaching, didn't mean we were taking it easy. That was okay, because half way through the class, I was in the flow and not wanting to back down either. <br /><br />Isabelle has a charming french accent and an allure of grace and familiarity. Imagine receiving an invite from your sweet cousin in Alsace, inviting you over for yoga kriyas amongst the lavender. <br /><br />I picked up on a lot of Shiva Rea inspired movement, as well as very Annie Carpenter like precision and attention to the student bodies. My favorite part of the sequence, however, was the hip opening ending. I always seem to forget about hanumanasana (splits) in my own practice, so it's nice to have the focus go there in class. Isabelle shared that hip openers brought her closer into herself, into a deeper truth and connection with the earth. I appreciate that. </div>
Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842275868842404809.post-20245454295367390792012-08-10T05:44:00.003-07:002012-08-10T05:50:51.748-07:00glitter flashback<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ruby and I took adderall and polished an entire appartment last night. I would build a temple with Ruby. Or anything else. <br />
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Through these past few weeks, she continues to amaze me. So airy, so dreamy; surely so out of this world. There is no way, one thinks, a real human being can so exist. She is like a fairy, and one wonders- how deep can it go?<br />
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In three weeks, in such close proximity both penniless, you learn. Her depth, her intelligence, her intentionality. Learned perhaps isn't the right word: I think the right word is something like proved, or discovered supporting evidence for. Ruby under pressure, in decision making and creation, and I, impressed by what I saw. To see someone rock unicorns and reason, air and ground...<br />
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May people say the same of me.<br />
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As an aside, I am a big fan of all of my friends. And I enjoy expressing this affection.<br />
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Well, as I'm attempting sleep, gathering exhaustion yet still restless: my heart pounding in a combination of addy and caffeine I haven't touched since college. And an interesting thing happens.<br />
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I remember. So much, years, of my experiences in Manhattan took place with this fluttering, appreciative awed heart. I remember how my life was pure magic, a surreal creation, the physical completeness of fantasy. We lived by a mix of Secret and Absurdity, dream and creation. We discovered the strangest things we could: and I dare say I was the best at it.<br />
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In the past three years, I remembered the challenged, the mistakes, the tiny frays and knots in the tapestry of knowledge. But I had forgotten the fabric's glean. <br />
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I remembered what it felt to glitter.<br />
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How it feels to have your insides shake with meaning: to be so fully in awe of the beauty of this particular configuration of events. I recalled magical experience after experience, walks and talks and late night musings and early morning grocery runs and the streets, cafes and cuban clubs, ocean and mystery. Everything, everywhere, altogether and all at once. <br />
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With so much vata energy, my mind (which rests in the center of my heart) wants so badly to cling onto someone, something, to keep me grounded, tethered to my experinece, oh how it quickly slips away! "Come back!" I beg, "Let me keep you!". And the moment dissolves. Slips away as I inscribe it in my memory, as I take the very first rich sip of individuality. <br />
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Coming of age, heart racing in an anxious appeal for each moment to stay.<br />
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Lying awake, for the first true time in years, I miss Manhattan. I miss 1st avenue and 2nd street. I miss Lauren and Kate, and the costume box, within and without. <br />
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Thank you for the momento.<br />
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It is not a sustainable state. But it's beauty beckons every now and then. <br />
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<i>the fleeting texture of experience is yours to keep; yours alone. the weight and lightness is your burden, or brace. no one will ever know what it is to be you...not fully. </i><br />
<br /></div>Simonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241177776720521597noreply@blogger.com