i was born to laugh…

Pour me a glass of wine
Talk deep into the night
Who knows what we'll find

Intuition, deja vu
The Holy Ghost haunting you
Whatever you got
I don't mind

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

Put your elbows on the table
I'll listen long as I am able
There's nowhere I'd rather be

Secret fears, the supernatural
Thank God for this new laughter
Thank God the joke's on me

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

We've seen the landfill rainbow
We've seen the junkyard of love
Baby it's no place for you and me

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear  

- over the rhine "born"

we are goddesses…

solar-plexus-manipura-chakraone of the things i love about teaching yoga is how ancient wisdom seems to come tumbling out of me…the process is fascinating. so often i don’t even know what i’m saying and quite honestly i haven’t thought much about any big, overarching lesson for the class. my classes tend to be more serendipitous. they come together like giant puzzles, as i have in mind a pinnacle pose i’d like to work into the sequence, and i’ll pick a starting posture depending on the energy of the room and basically weave our way to that pinnacle pose in a hopefully unique way – putting the puzzle pieces together as we go. but as i guide students through a flow or into a restorative posture and i feel the posture in my own mind, my own memory, i hear words, ideas, thoughts and feelings filling the space occupied by my voice.  it’s as if a channel has opened. sometimes i have no idea where it comes from – something i absorbed along my path, something that became clear within my body during my own practice, but not consciously perhaps. at other times i know exactly where it comes from, and it is as if teaching, guiding seems to be a part of the assimilation process of the knowledge. today…it was about goddess wisdom.

i’ve come to understand that i’m on a journey common to all women. it is an awakening into the nature of myself as feminine and powerful and necesssary. just typing those words and owning up to that vision feels awkward still, as i’ve only just recently leapt into the fire of this transformation – and “blissful” thinking aside – it’s not easy. my experience of our culture has thus far given lip-service to this idea of egalitarianism. the personal life i’ve chosen has been occupied almost exclusively by men, for reasons i’m only now beginning to understand, and i’ve been metaphorically pat on the head for my “cute” ideas about spirituality and yoga (and astrology and my creative endeavors, etc.). but i have much strength and there is endless female wisdom to embody…and our energy as women is needed. now. to heal our world, our planet, our communities, our families. to balance the destruction of shiva, the creative shakti needs to rise up within us. we need to hear and re-create our myths and rituals and our storyline needs to be told.

mostly, we need to remember that we are goddesses.

lovelovelove

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