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Love fully,
Love fearlessly,
Love unconditionally.
Mood Music of the Natural World
As we make our way through another Indian Summer here in New York, we hope that you've been able to get outside and look, really look, at the changes taking place. From clear, crisp mornings to the canvas upon which the fall foliage creates its masterpiece, it's enough to leave us breathless--and that's a tall order for yogis!
It's with the same enthusiasm that we encourage you to take your gaze inward on your yoga mat, that we invite you to extend your gaze outward and see the world. It will truly amaze you.
Already,
by the first of September, I had seen two or three small maples turned
scarlet across the pond, beneath where the white stems of three aspens
diverged, at the point of a promontory, next the water. Ah, many a
tale their color told! And gradually from week to week the
character of each tree came out, and it admired itself reflected in the
smooth mirror of the lake. Each morning the manager of this
gallery substituted some new picture, distinguished by more brilliant or
harmonious coloring, for the old upon the walls.
Photo: Leaves by John Maxwell
I
have been thinking
about living
like the lilies
that blow in the fields.
They rise and fall
in the wedge of the wind,
and have no shelter
from the tongues of the cattle,
and have no closets or cupboards,
and have no legs.
Still I would like to be as wonderful as that old idea.
Excerpted from Lilies
by Mary Oliver
Blue Iris, Poems and Essays
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come in the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
Collected Poems 1957-1982
Walk the path with your eyes wide open,
Place your ear to the ground,
Listen.
Human nature within nature.
Nature within human nature.
There is no separation.
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