My lovely, radiant, all-things-wonderful yoga teacher Sonya reads a bit of poetry or prose at the beginning and end of our shavasana. Sometimes I’m already zoned out in my own space by the moment she starts to speak; other times I delve right into those words and they usually end up being something I needed to hear. 206 more words
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The Pickaxe ~ by Rumi
Tear down this house.
A hundred thousand new houses can be built from the transparent yellow carnelian buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that is to do the work of demolishing and then digging under the foundations. 194 more words