Nana Shineflug (photo credit Erika DuFour)
On one particular, yet ordinary day, I am moving about from item to item on my to-do list. On this day, I am allowing myself to feel what it is I want to be doing in that particular moment instead of approaching my work in a linear fashion. It is near sunset, almost time for my evening meditation. I pass through the living room and notice the way the reflected sunlight is shining on the south wall. I pause.
What is the quality of that light? It wasn’t that golden light that appears in summer at dusk and dawn. It had more of a violet, illuminated crown chakra glow. A quiet light.
It faded as I watched it, but the impression of that light lingers on in my mind. Radiant light. Shining light. Glowing light… Soft, yet powerful. Subtle, yet captivating.
I am glad that I allowed myself to move in the moment and take in the simple magic that was happening as the sun was setting on an ordinary day. Life is full of simple magic. Catch the light where you find it.
Thank you, Nana Shineflug, for the powerful, radiant, shining light that you sent out into the world. Thank you for all you taught me.
“Sing it! If you can’t sing it, you can’t dance it…” Dance on, Nana. xox
I don’t take the expressway. I don’t mind going slow. I don’t care if it takes me twice as long to get to my destination. I appreciate courtesy. It’s so simple to just use your turn signal when you intend to change lanes. It shows intention. It creates safety. It is simple accessible information. Almost no one does it.
So I take streets.
I like the scenic route. I will choose Ashland over Western. I take the boulevards when I can. However, there is something that I’ve noticed about myself that I’d like to change – I seldom switch lanes.
There is something comforting in staying on a straight path. Though that is also a myth, as meandering around potholes is a necessity in Chicago. However, there is now that utility truck in front of me. Hmmm. I cannot see around it. I cannot see over it. And yet somehow I choose to follow it. Why?
I can move over to the next lane, certainly drive faster than its ambling speed, avoid the diesel fuel, and or garbage smell… but I stay in my lane until the truck turns out of my path. Why?
It makes me late sometimes. Once, for an appointment with a friend who when I told her that I was late because I kept ended up behind “the truck” she subtly (yet sarcastically) replied, “yeah, you can’t switch lanes because you are behind that truck.” It struck. Yes, why can I not switch lanes? Why?
The comfort level of not moving more than necessary is the antithesis of growth. It’s not easy, sometimes, to move. But if you can see around and ahead better… just switch lanes, already. Use your signal. Go.
The latex cast of a lighthouse from Borden-Carleton, Canada by Kim Morgan is now on display at the John Michael Kohler Arts Center. If you find yourself in Sheboygan, WI before January 5, 2015, I would highly recommend seeing this installation. This work, created in 2010, has also been exhibited in Canada, the artist’s home province of Nova Scotia and at Mass MoCA.
Range Light Borden-Carleton, when first encountered, overwhelms with the sheer immensity of it taking over the room in which it is displayed. It is like a discarded reptilian skin perfectly replicating the peeling surface of its source. The lighthouse from which it was cast is no longer needed for the purpose for which it was designed and is now still standing, but slowing crumbling – an antiquated remnant from the past.
The dimly lit room allows for this piece, lit from within, to glow warmly like a candle at a vigil. There is so much beauty in this skeletal skin, evidence of peeling paint and cracking surface – the light which softly illuminates these flaws gives proof of the past life of this guiding post, now sagging a bit and tethered by rope and beam. The way it is hung speaks to the fragility in the passage of time. Range Light does not stand upright, but is suspended sideways by pulleys on the walls and ceiling. The insides of it have also been cast in latex and connect to the cast of the outside, so it becomes an inverted image of itself from end to end. This overwhelming structure is made accessible in the vulnerability of its posture.
photo credit Steve Farmer
I was moved viscerally upon the sight of it. It gave me pause, and made me take it in from a distance before approaching it to inspect it further. In this piece I found beauty and grace in deterioration and the slow erosion of time.
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Often we spend our time reaching for more or better, or thinking about the next moment or a past moment. Finding stillness in the moment, on or off the yoga mat, can be a challenge. One of my “on the mat insights” came today while teaching: finding that pause at the end of the breath – and really setting an intention to be mindful of “that moment” before moving to the next inhale.
Pause: A breath, a half a breath, a second. And in that moment:
Realizing that wherever you are at the end of that exhale is indeed enough. There is really no place to get to. You are already HERE.
Realizing that what you are already doing is enough. Regardless of where you think you are on your journey to your best self, where you are right now is enough. Whatever lack you may imagine in your life, having faith that what you have right now is, yes, enough.
Inhale. Exhale. Pause. Repeat…
“Sisters” acrylic & mixed-media on wood, 6″X4″, 2014
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It’s that time of year again — that time when faith in Spring’s arrival is called into action. Here in the midwest, there is fresh snow on the ground, and the temps are still below freezing, but please believe…
Spring is coming.
I posted several weeks ago (around the first polar vortex) about the tolls of Winter and the fortitude needed to “keep it moving.” Now, after we’ve gone through about three of those mettle testing encounters, and evidence seems to be to the contrary…you’ve got to believe!
Spring IS coming.
Keep the faith. Think warm thoughts. Envision the unfurling, uncurling, stretching, and growing that is eminent.
“Spring is coming, spring is coming, spring is coming…”
Chant this mantra once a day for the next 2½ weeks, and you will begin to see buds appear on trees, days growing longer, and flowers sprouting!
You can join me for the unfurling, uncurling, stretching, and growing—on the yoga mat at Tula Yoga Studio, 2827 W. Belden: Mondays at 10:30am, Wednesdays at 7am, and Saturdays at 12:15pm.
Albert Williams, photo credit unknown
This post is about a person, a place and a time. But mostly about a beautiful person. I will start with the place and time: summer at the Golden Dome. I spent more than summers in that dance studio on the 2nd floor of the Garfield Park Golden Dome. But the feeling that I get when I think about that place is summery: warmth, joy, heat, inspiration, love, laughter and movement.