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For many years I have resisted the concept of 'blogging'

So this is not that, but I sometimes feel that I could wax lyrical, or rant,

or just 'prattle on' about something, or ANYTHING, serious or not serious,

I don’t really mind. [But feel free to comment by email if you wish.]

Here’s my Almost-Blog:

Most Powerful.

What would be the few most powerful words for you?

For me they are quite simply:

‘Once upon a time’

It’s because after that the magic begins.

You can go anywhere.

You can be anybody,

You can do anything.

Just imagine hearing:

Well…

'Once upon a time...

You were born’

...Everything was brand new,

thoughts, ideas, people, things,

Everything was wonder.

And it still is!

Now is the time…

You can go anywhere.

You can do anything.

And more especially…

You can just be yourself.

It's a kind of magic.

Maybe, stop and ask yourself…

'What are my words?'

It could be quite revealing… Tell me if you wish, I would love to know.

info@marilynyoga.com

A Goose Story.

Teamwork – Stand by each other...

When you see geese flying along in 'V' formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way. As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following. By flying in 'V' formation, the whole flock adds at least seventy one percent greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.

People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.

If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those people who are headed the same way we are.

When the head goose gets tired, it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point. It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs, whether with people or with geese flying south.

Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.

What messages do we give when we honk from behind?

Finally – and this is important – when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gunshot, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies, and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their group.

If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other like that.

(Thanks to Glenis for this little gem.)

Does the Natural World always know best and I wonder how it learns?

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com

Encourage Your Team…

I often wish my body was still young and strong.

It’s a bundle of parts that try to work together to make me!

Sometimes there are parts I don’t really like.

I don’t like my teeth or my hair too much.

I’m not very friendly to my hips because they hurt a lot.

But it in reality I am the captain of this 'team' and I must encourage them to work together.

How would it be if you were on a team and you knew the captain didn’t like you or wished you were different.

So…

Befriend your body.

Love your body.

The whole of it.

Warts and all.

Your team will work much harder for you.

Seems obvious, but we don’t always consider it that way.

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com

Grumpiness and Me.

I woke up one morning decidedly grumpy.

I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to stay in bed.

I didn’t want to have a wash let alone do my Yoga practise.

What is the point?.

Where has this grumpiness come from?

”I am blessed“ I snarled to myself, and I am.

Ill temper stayed and grew even stronger.

I had a cursory wash and reluctantly got on my mat, standing.

I started moving quite unhappily with the "Where has all this come from ?” ringing in my head.

I drew a heart around me to surround myself with the love I know is there.

It was dismal.

I didn’t want to cry.

I stood.

I stood still.

I felt the floor.

I felt my heart beating…

…And it came

The words floated in and out of my field of consciousness.

“It’s okay”

My shoulders dropped a mile.

“It’s okay”

KInd words. soothing words…

“It’s okay”

It is all okay.

And it is.

Thank you.

Why on Earth does this happen?

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com

Tree Hugging.

Have you ever?

EVER…

Hugged a tree?

Do you shy a way from this?

I did once. This is what barmy people do!

I tried it when no one was looking.

There was a resistance.

Maybe it was not all it was cracked up to be

I don't need to hug a tree, and anyway, what if someone was watching.

Maybe you have a private tree in your garden. maybe you don't.

I don't so my first go was a little bit disturbing. I had been told that it was a living, being warm entity.

It felt harsh and rough and was not giving any feed back.

I felt silly. I came away. worked on this and other stuff last night. Just got up and sorting things out

But like soya milk, maybe it is an acquired taste.

I had another go.

This time not a full blown hug, but a hand on the rough bark, feeling into its life.

I longed for it to talk to me.I leaned into it it to smell. As I leaned,I felt my resistance give a little. Could I feel anything? Nobbles and roughness. Stay awhile and let the chatter of other people's ideas and thoughts die away.

Feel.

And I softened.

And the tree softened as I let go into the experience.

There’s a lot to be said for being barmy.

Crazy?

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com

Life? ...A Hen’s View!

I used to have a flock of three hens. They were rescue hens and took to free ranging, exploring and digging up my garden.

After some time, one of them had had enough fun. kicked up her legs and died. She was buried under trees in snowdrops.

I had a flock of two hens. After some time, another had had enough and died also.

She was buried under the same trees, next to her friend.

The peonies were out.

There was just one hen, inaptly called The Hoff. One hen does not constitute a flock. The Hoff was sad on her own and became depressed. She took to her bed and would not come out. I lifted her off her nest four or five times a day for a stretch, a drink, some food and a poo.

This went on for about TEN weeks.

Then one morning she got up. She came down the steps from her nest and started to wander about a bit. Then she moulted and looked very bedraggled, but soon grew back her feathers, and began again the job of digging up the garden.

She seems fine now.

I know how she felt.

“Oh it’s all too much! Let me take to my bed and not have to TALK to anyone until I feel all right. Until I can adjust to this new life”

And she did

And she is okay.

Interesting?

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com

A new Healing Mantra from a Master.

I often feel we can take ourselves too seriously. We must do this and we must do that and we MUST do it correctly and we must not fall over in a posture. We must not run a stick along the railings, or shout, or get dirty, or giggle or put our fingers up our nose to get a bogey out or, perish the thought...

Fart in public.

You may be able to tell I have been spending time with little ones.

They have taught me a lot. And do you know one of them, Amélie, said to me

“When I am feeling sad. I sing a little ditty”

“What do you sing?” I asked.

She said:

Tiddly-om pom pom

It's my new mantra

It’s a healing mantra for all things

It works… Anywhere.

Try it!

What do you think?

info@marilynyoga.com