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Step by Step
Todayās Meditation Musing comes after an overzealous bout of exercise has left me with two sprained knees. After hobbling around for a week, my consciousness has been absorbed in what can normally go unnoticed ā the act of walking, so bear with me as my mind meanders through! The roots of the word āstepā lay in the Proto-Indo-European language, the mother tongue that gave rise to both latin and Sanskrit, steb: post, stem, or support. What are the supports to the body? Those great pillars we call ālegs.ā For the brain, stepping has an interesting hemispheric pattern; the left brain

Spring Cleaning
As the old adage goes, cleanliness is next to Godliness. In my youth, as a messy atheist, I found objection to both poles of this aphorism. My journey of coming into faith was more like a reconning than a ritual. I had put my foot on the accelerator for too long, and my mind and body began busting apart at the seams. āMy lifeās a mess.ā Iām sure I had that thought, more than once. But what did I mean when I said that? That my car had years old mud caked on it? That my carpet was so far

Trust the Flow
That ancient aphorism from Heraclitus comes to mind; one never enters the same river twice, for it is not the same river, nor the same being who enters. Life is like a river. It flows. There is the passage of time; flowing from future, through present and off into the past. There is the flow of the body; food comes in, we assimilate a bit and excrete the rest. I challenge you to look in any direction, at anything around you, and to examine closely; where is the flow? The flow of materials into a factory to make the shiny

Hiding within.
Spring in the Grampians is truly a magical time of year. Heath. Acacia. Eucalyptus and dozens of species erupt in an orgiastic, simultaneous blossoming. The understory is still green and the scorched brown of summer seems a long way off. Where has this colour been hiding? Just a few weeks earlier, the bush feels flat. Non-descript spikey shrubs abound, often in excess. As I found myself stopping to smell the flowers, a Yogic thought occurred to me. We aren’t so different from the plants we admire. How so? Lurking within each and every one of us is a beauty and

Driving the Yogic Car
Letās imagine that we jump into to a car and go for a drive; work, home, shops⦠for this example, it doesnāt matter. There aināt much to it. Most adults can manage to manipulate the accelerator, brake and steering wheel reliably enough to get where we need to go. Quickly, the car becomes an extension of āusā ā the pride, the joy⦠the never ending costs. From the yogic perspective, our āidentityā is doing what it is intended to do ā it makes something ours. But there is a catch⦠Someone cuts us off; a flash of surprise. The heart

The Soul Came Here to Grow
If you arenāt growing⦠You are dying. The classic business adage has something to teach us about life; letās unpack it in this weekās musing! One of the many joys of parenthood is seeing the world through the eyes of a toddler. My daughter, following in Rayaās footsteps, has a penchant for beauty. Not only do flowers capture her attention, but they also spark curiosity in her mind. āWhy do flowers have to die?ā As I franticly recall my high school biology, I try to impress her with a mostly true explanation of the harsh reality of plant life. I

From Imitation to Inner Authority
Imitation They say itās the highest form of flattery, but what is the place of imitation on the path of Yoga? Yoga is an applied craft, first and foremost, it is something you do. Crowing practices, like meditation, involve an active component; taking yourself to a place and sitting down, and an inactive, or surrendered component, ie doing nothing. For thousands of years, well before the age of Youtube, seekers sought out guides. The seeker was called a shishya, and the guide, a remover of darkness, a guru. The interaction between student and teacher, guide and guided, shishya and disciple

Back to Centre
You are walking down a road, a few metres in front of you is an absent minded friend who is about to walk off the left of the track. āGo right!ā you yell. A while later, besotted by fatigue, the same friend is about to veer to the right. āGo left!ā Life is a journey and our path is our daily reality. It winds, twists, bends, forks, it goes up and down and on and on. One day, it could be us that is teetering on the edge of a precarious precipice in need of a gentle nudge. Who is

When life hands you Lemons
Lemonade. If there is one thing certain about life, it’s that there will be an eternal supply of lemons. What is a lemon? Broadly speaking, anything that can make us sour. Our plans, despite being a source of comedic material for God, seldom get enacted without a hitch. The question I ponder this Monday as I recover from the āweek that was,ā is, what to do when life hands us Lemons? The proverbial wisdom is of course to make lemonade. What is the secret of this metaphysical recipe? Lemon (an unfavourable circumstance) + Water + Sugar = Winning. Even though these

Trees; A Thank You.
Trees. God bless āem. Can you imagine a life without leaves? One of the best things about doing a ātree-changeā has been the fact Iāve become a little bit of a tree afficionado. Though Iāve killed my fair share through misguided plantings and wayward wallabies who have a propensity to graze exotic growth, I have planted a bunch at it has brought me such joy. There is always a little bit of jubilation and pride when a tree you have planted takes hold and prospers, as Raya once told me, āto plant a tree means to believe in the future.ā

Growing Pains
āI canāt feel myself growing!ā Says the 5 year old who only yesterday was complaining of aches in her little legs. One of the many joys (and terrors) of parenthood is seeing rapid growth before your eyes. For a youngster, the allure of adulthood must be supremely enticing; eat what you want, watch what you want, drive around, and obviously, boss kids around. Ironic that just the other day I was trying to help my daughter enjoy the carefree reality of her childhood; the consequence for her to get what she wants, ie rapid growth, comes with a price tag

Somethingās up.
You donāt feel right. A yearning, a questioning, perhaps a sense of curiosity. Maybe itās worse; a feeling of dis-ease, a malady, excessive rumination. Lets assume that something inspires you to seek out change. And you do. You take your courage and you book yourself into a retreat. Many people join our retreats when life has thrown a curveball or two. On them, Raya and I share a heartfelt, humble and Soulful message. 99% of the time, we share what has worked for us; Himalayan Meditation. We learned Himalayan Meditation from our guide, Swami Shivkrupanad (our Swamiji). Swamijiās teachings are delivered in

The I that Sees
A look. A glance. A reflection. The Eye. It sees. What? The Yogis refer to the mind as the inner instrument (antakarana) and this morning, if you will indulge me, I have a little game that we can play together. Bring your awareness to what you see before you. A screen. Some text. A desk. Perhaps a phone. Notice that what you see. By default, they are seen as objects. Things. Stuff. Pick one object (any of the multitude before you,) and stay with it. What do you notice? Push further and you will notice not an object before you, but

Life MovesĀ (Who is the I?)
Life moves. Stuff grows. Sadly, we are like a business; if we aināt growing, we are most likelyā¦. Death⦠gulp, what are we going to talk about next, surely not taxes? (Though it may be topical right now, I promise I will spare you!) Besides the obvious, when it comes to life, what can we say for certain? Letās start by looking around. Whatās happening. What do you see? Life⦠its the thing that moves. Trees, planets, quasars. All moving. Even rocks and glaciers are eroding and flowing on long enough timeframe. Life. It moves. Ponder this for a

Get Lost (and find yourself)
Navigation was one of those things that was drilled into me at an early age; scouts, cadets, and a father who himself served in the reserves. By the time I needed to navigate in the Army, I had my fair share of bearings under my belt. To navigate (with an old school map and compass, tsk tsk the GPS crowd) one must first orient the map. In order to orient the map, one must have a vague idea of cardinal directions (North, South, East and West.) How do we know which way is north? Enter; the compass. How is it

When all else failsā¦
Doom. Itās everywhere. AI is going to take over, bots are driving us apart. Don’t make the mistake of browsing the comments section under a video, picture or article! Foreign interference. Left vs Right. East vs West. Simply put… Hate. How to cope in this tit-for-tat world, especially when it seems to be accelerating so damn fast? My suggestion; we do what humans have always done. The core ingredients of bread have not changed for millennia. Nor the method. It’s a staple. The modern myth is that the latest and greatest thing will cure what ails us. I say give us

The Game of Life
I grew up as part of the game-boy generation; back then Tetris was considered a mind-blowing experience. It was revolutionary that we could have an entertainment device in our hot little hands, able to be played when we wanted. Over the proceeding decades, games have got increasingly sophisticated, to the point that at a glance, a casual observe would be hard pressed to tell if a game was in fact a recording of reality. Why are we drawn to games? What does it say about our human experience? (And what does this have to do with meditation and yoga?) Before

A Single Ray of Light
Modernity is awash with good intentions; people support all manner of causes as they capture the collective imagination. Few consider, though, the old adage of āgood intentions pave the way to hellā and fewer still believe it applies to them. Why is it that we are drawn to cast judgment? To pick up arms? Why are we bothered with righting wrongs in the world? The traditions of Yoga and Vedanta posit that a Saint need not wait for global peace for themselves to be at peace. But is that us?Ā In life, we get a choice in who we take