A gift to myself

Gave myself a gift last weekend.

I left everything and went to Yasodhara Ashram. Have you been there? It's extremely special.

Get to take a ferry boat.
     Engine hum. Un-time. Woven water. Cold air and birds screeching.

Then, more beauty. Beautiful land, lovingly, attentively tended. Beautiful food. Beautiful, simple, heart-beating people. People searching. People, in blue, who have settled. People in other colours who are settling, too. Kindness. Beautiful sculptures. All dedicated to what is holy.

Being this.

And practices that resonate with sunlight, femininity (of the goddess, fiercely vulnerable quality), forgiveness, thanksgiving.

It's very, very special.

Personally, it was the first time I've been able to pay the full tuition for something like it. And I even asked for and received my very own space. I could see the creek from one window. And through the other, the beach of rubies and diamonds that led the founder, Swami Radha, to her yes, this is the place.

I learned and re-learned the art of listening--and thereby intuition. Wrote and wrote. I was invited and fostered to relax again and again. My back let go. My heart opened to my Earth House egg at home. I remembered that I can make the art I want to see in the world. I renewed devotion to this good life.

I came home to this daily human life. Breathing. 

Thanks,

K.