A collective mind


Presently I am reading a book “The Living Classroom”, which is absolutely a must read for any teacher or group instructor, no matter what type of class you teach.

Thus far, this is what is being brought to me, on a clearer level, with local classes that I teach and with distant people that I am connected to as a collaborative.

We as a group begin to take on a life form. Each group is different.
Sometimes as a teacher, you need to pull out and be quiet and let the group decide where they are going to go with what they have gained and what they have contributed.

~My local groups are actually in demand, however I can only do so much, due to my primary position which I must absolutely attend to first. The smaller more intimate groups of Yoga are fascinating, watching the students climb on to their mats and discover who they are. We see one another in the community and comment frequently.
~The distance, students/friends/groups,(Healing energy peoples) are a bit different….yet sometimes on a deeper level. The thoughts that appear are sometimes more intense, directly due to the distance. The mind stretches and reaches past the shores and mountains to connect, whether we know it or not.
It would be crazy amazing cool, to do a journal with students-friends-groups, writing down our thoughts…related to the class/connection/friendships, with date and time. No matter the thought, disturbed, happy, confused, excited and see the collective.
Will it be like a school of fish, all shifting and changing at the same time?
Will it be like a heard of Buffalo, as one great muscle charging for the grasslands?

The Spark


That one last spark in the fire-pit, is really important. I can put some dry leaves,blow on it and give it some small dry kindling and it will rise again into a fire. Tending it and caring for it.
We have Sparks, I have a Spark, each of us do. I’ll share two different kinds.

The Survival Spark. You endure a traumatic event. Everything has changed with in seconds or minutes. You hold on to the Spark, that tiny Spark deep inside of your heart. Tend to it, care for it. Even if you are in a fetal position for days, crying, depressed, in pain, the Spark will grow. You might think that it won’t or you may not see the results quickly. As long as you stay focused on the mundane, yes, that is right. The regular stuff, like….work, school, writing – journal {journal hard!}, Point A to Point B…when you get home to your cave, hold the Spark, feel it growing. Before you know it! You will have a fire in your lap. You’ll sing to the radio, stop for an ice cream and maybe even write a letter to a friend. Your Spark is magnificent, personal and pure! Cherish it. Keep it forever, let love pour from it, share your Spark Love, never-never give your Spark away.

The Sensual Spark. This is a different Spark that lives between the navel and the hips. It is a Spark that is ignored a lot, taken by many to be evil?, it is passion, a sea of desire, a fire of creativity. Like a super hero, you can call upon your Spark to create a ring of fire around you. The fire dances with lust and lucious flames. Only the brave will try to enter in through the fire ring. When they do, you will caress your Spark and counsel with it, like a fire crystal ball, assessing who has stepped through, calculating their intensions.
Or/And The Sensual Spark is a warm blazing light that dances, all alone, in the moonlight, in the forest or on the granite rocks of the ocean, deep into the desert upon a Mesa filled with passion. Just you and your Sensual Spark. Sharing this Sensual Spark is a very tricky thing. If you share it with all, that come in contact, the respect of the Spark becomes a dim light. The more you caress your Sensual Spark and save it for the ones that truly appreciate it, the Sensual Spark will grow stronger, deeper and fill your life with a healthy desire for the senses. Be mindful, self loving and cherish the ones that have entered the ring of fire, they deserve some of the best things on the planet. Choose wisely. Once the fire of the Spark touches another, it cannot be retracted, it will be burned into both of you. Listen to your wisdom. The Spark may need time to grow into the other one, or you may be afraid of what you are feeling, good feelings, safe feelings, yet, your ring of fire – The Sensual Spark – is there to protect you. Listen to it.

Spark On!

The Guardian, a true story


As I wish, I am writing these true events, as a story.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, she lived in a house full of rage. She would pose like a mermaid sometimes on the rocks in the back yard, or dream lazily by the creek and watch the cray-fish travel about.  The most fantastic thing, was to watch the garbage man, this was her first experience with her Guardian. He was big, strong, had long hair and he could pick up the metal barrel garbage cans like they were easy She didn’t see him as a boyfriend or how cute he was…..she really saw him as a protector. Chin on her hands, watching out the window, she thought, “if only he could protect me inside this house of rage”. She continued her fight, crying, bleeding, running, running away, screaming and fighting for her life”. She always remembered the garbage man. Where was he?

Many Many,  years passed. She was a woman now. She was invited to an Angel – Guardian class. Lying down on her mat, covered in her blanket, going with in, she listened to all the wonderful words Dr. Livingston gave. Opening the door in her young girl/ woman mind, she saw a big strong man, long hair, wide metal bracelets on his wrists, Jonolyn was his name, that is what he said to her, during her vision. He made it known to her that he would always be there for her.

She is a tough spirit, making her way through life, yet she always kept the garbage man and Jonolyn near by.

One day, she began practicing the “pipe filling” song in Lakota, over and over again, until the tones and pitches were like a meditation. One day, without notice, she received a box in the mail. It was from her friends in Maine. In it was , a pipe! She was gifted a pipe and she was so happy. Along with the pipe, were some other morsels of things. A set of metal wrist bands like Jonolyn wears. Her Guardian was the first thing she thought of!!!  She kept them in a safe place. Soon, she released them to one of her sculptures on her front lawn outside, putting the bands on its / his wrists, arms of the sculpture open wide, to protect her, now that she was alone.

Long after that, she went to a special ceremony in the mountains. A vision was given to her to share, not knowing if this was her vision or to be passed to someone else. The words were ” Clear the way, make the coast clear, he is coming, he is one of the safe ones”.

A short time had passed, and everything lined up perfectly for a 2 week  Yoga training, During the training, there was a wonderful meditation/vision work called Holo Trophic Breathing. At the very end of the vision, the garbage man appeared to her, just in a flash,  She had tears in her eyes, happy to see him again.

A few days later,  she and her brother saw Dr. Livingston while having lunch in Tularosa, NM.                                                                                                     Seeing her again welled up thoughts about the Jonolyn and the Garbage man. Leaning over the table she asked her  brother, why the Garbage man didn’t protect her. Her brother, so, deeply~meaningful, said ” he did, you are still here!”.  He helped keep you alive and strong.

There is a warrior Guardian coming to her, not as an intimate relationship. It is a spirit connection.                                                                                                It is big, filled with joy, abundant, strong and radiates  light & love.

Everything is lining up, He is getting ready to leave, he is preparing to be present……He is preparing for his journey.

The vision


To live life with a happy heart. Whether I am a ware of Ebola hysteria or not, whether the sun is getting closer to the Earth, whether my daughters roll their eyes at me and still love me no matter what.

My happy life wants to be shared with another happy person, not to babysit, or find some sort of compromise all the time. It would be delightful to wake up with someone, enjoy Yoga together and plan our future together as healers, travel and find amazing things to do. Read to one another, snuggled up next to one another. Have the freedom to create some places to visit and teach, share our dark pitted pasts and how it made us into shinning lights. Teaching people to save themselves, with amazing tools. Like a tag-team, reaching out like strong branches of a tree.

Nothing is perfect, Perfection is imperfection. I get that. But I know there is a warrior, a strong and amazing man that is doing the same thing I am doing. Praying in his own way, sending out vibrations to the universe, listening to his steps on a cool Autumn morning with patience, reaching into the dreams of dreams. Dreaming of going to places and find broken items and resurrect them into beautiful pieces of art.

Enjoy Yoga in the forests, streams, mountains and asphalt.

Delicious food together.

Delicious love together.