When suffering is met with love, it becomes compassion.
Marianne Elliott
Loss does not end love in your life.
John green
A lovely sheep in a farm north of dublin.

A lovely sheep in a farm north of dublin.

Pressing into handstand, doing complicated arm balances, and experimenting with deep backbends makes for good social media clips. They are striking, inspiring poses that speak to our aspirations. They are also good interesting things to include in advanced classes. But, let’s not get carried away-or become convinced that harder poses always provide more benefits that simple poses. Feel free to experiment and challenge your students, but make sure that your classes are chock full of postures that your students can do with precision and care.
Jason Crandell
You can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion, for yourself and those around you.
Lupita Nyon’o
Mindfulness is not a special state you achieve through a trick or technique. It is a way of being.
Jon Kabat-Zinn
And slowly, there may come a point when you think that while you can’t change your own destiny, you may be able to help others.
Judith Mangelsdorf
Comparison is the thief of joy.

// Flare- part 12//

By Mary Oliver

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. Notice

something you have never noticed before,

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket
whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.

Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings.

Let grief be your sister, she will whether or no.
Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,
like the diligent leaves.

A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.

Live with the beetle, and the wind.

This is the dark bread of the poem.
This is the dark and nourishing bread of the poem.

I want to be…where the people are.

I want to be…where the people are.

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