A personal thank you from me to you, Ms. Buffy Sainte Marie; for pouring your heart, spirit and soul into your new video / track “No NO Keshagesh” from your new album “Running for The Drum”. And thank you to my facebook friend Christiane Mc Keown for attaching this to a message on FB.
Happy Holidays to all my family, friends, readers, kindred spirits and fellow soldiers of Love, Light & Peace. I know in my heart that we are in fact winning the campaign to save our existence on this awesome, wonderful, nurturing planet.
This is a great time to reflect on who we are and how we gracefully move in our personal view of infinity. Because at our best we are not the poets we are the poem.
Om Mani Padme Hum,
Yoga Activist & Multi Media Artist
I hope it has a place in your heart as we move onward and upward into the next decade together with the common goal to survive and thrive together peacefully and lovingly. Since, we are our best when things are at there worst; this montage illuminates this simple thought to me.
So lets get back out on the field in 2010 brush the dirt off of our knees and yell from the bottom of our lungs; ok PLAY BALL!
I am looking forward to seeing you all on the field; and shaking your hands as we change the field between innings knowing that it isn’t whether you win or loose or what team you are on, but it is how you play the game.
A fly on the walls view of meditation…. Great video i found on facebook which illustrates meditation in a fun, funny and compelling way… Kudos to the creator… I love this short video and hope you do to…
Aaron Reed’s Perennial summer beach community yoga class.
1. All of us might wish at times that we lived in a more tranquil world, but we don’t. And if our times are difficult and perplexing, so are they challenging and filled with opportunity.
Y Yoga Movie Photo “doing yoga makes me feel like i am a whole new person!”
2. Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.
Y Yoga Movie Photo TAS Leah Kalish
3. It is not enough to understand, or to see clearly. The future will be shaped in the arena of human activity, by those willing to commit their minds and their bodies to the task.
My fellow living beings I wish you all …Peace Love and Light supporting a safe and conscious life…With every breath given and taken!
Happiness through service not consumption! Freedom through, Liberty not security…
Security lives in the mind ~~~ Liberty lives in the Heart!
From my heart to yours thank you for bringing me Happiness through Service to you and yours. I am the happiest i have every been through these concepts. I invite you to consider same. We can change the world from the inside out! We are the core of consciousness. Please join me as a peaceful warrior to heal our fragile & injured planet & its living beings in the breaths we each have left!
Two days after September 11, 2001, I received the following email forwarded by a friend of a friend who escaped the collapse of World Trade Center Tower 1.
After reading this amazing story I forwarded it to a bunch of people, and then left work in the middle of the day and went to a yoga class. I thought it was a good way to begin the process to regain a sense of peace and wellbeing.
The yoga helped, so I have been practicing yoga most every day since then. My intention is to share my yoga experience with anyone who is interested. Please join me as another peaceful warrior whose intention is to do my part in healing our fragile and injured planet.
The following email exchange is where my journey began and what inspired the creation of Y Yoga Movie.
I share with you my reflection of that day 7 years later.
–Original Message—– From: Adam
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 200116:22PM
Subject: one survivors story…. SO WE NEVER FORGET.
I am sure that this is one of thousands of stories that will emerge over the next several days and weeks. I arrived as usual a little before 8am. My office was on the 87th floor of 1 World Trade Center, AKA: Tower 1, AKA: the NorthTower. Most of my associates were in by 8:30m. We were standing around, joking around, eating breakfast, checking emails, and getting set for the day when the first plane hit just a few stories above us. I must stress that we did not know that it was a plane. The building lurched violently and shook as if it were an earthquake. People screamed. I watched out my window as the building seemed to move 10 to 20 feet in each direction. It rumbled and shook long enough for me to get my wits about myself and grab a co-worker and seek shelter under a doorway. Light fixtures and parts of the ceiling collapsed. The kitchen was destroyed. We were certain that it was a bomb. We looked out the windows. Reams of paper were flying everywhere, like a ticker tape parade. I looked down at the street. I could see people in Battery Park City looking up. Smoke started billowing in through the holes in the ceiling.
I believe that there were 13 of us. We did not panic. I can only assume that we thought that the worst was over. The building was standing and we were shaken but alive. We checked the halls. The smoke was thick and white and did not smell like I imagined smoke should smell. Not like your BBQ or your fireplace or even a bonfire. The phones were working. My wife had taken our 9 month old for his check up. I called my nanny at home and told her to page my wife, tell her that a bomb went off, I was ok, and on my way out. I grabbed my laptop. Took off my tee shirt and ripped it into 3 pieces. Soaked it in water. Gave 2 pieces to my friends. Tied my piece around my face to act as an air filter. And we all started moving to the staircase.
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