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I am many years into a "summer project" of yoga that my daughter and I started. Yoga is such a part of my life and my daughter's life that it surprises us both. Yoga for us has evolved as a part of daily living. We might not practice everyday, but we practice what yoga has given us. Now, some about me.I have had the honor of being a part of the medical community for many years. I strongly feel modern medicine and holistic medicine walk hand and hand to treat the whole person. I have found that yoga brings into daily life true balance,breath, and awareness to what is happening at the moment. Yoga is both enhancing and invigorating to the mind and spirit, and gives health and strength to the body. What more could one want? My daughter and I plan to be participating in yoga for many years to come, she even promised she would take me to class in my 80's. I intend to make her keep that promise.

Sunday, June 19, 2011


Over the weekend on more than one occasion I noted my breathing.

That voice that rings within me, had a busy job this weekend saying over and over....Hey Paloma....your holding your breath. Breath. Well, I'd blink and take a half hearted effort in taking cleansing breath. 

After about the fourth time, I made myself look around at what was occurring to see if my surroundings were causing me to hold my breath....I recognized no major problems, really just normal family energies.

Hmmmmm, I pondered. I was grateful that my inner self was at least paying attention. I let it go sent up another prayer of thanks and kept moving.

When I again noted that tight chested feeling and that how do you say... half breathing. I got up from what I was doing and stepped outside. I shut my eyes, spread my arms wide, and went back to basics.

In through the nose, tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth, swinging the door open... 1-2-3-4; Out through the mouth, swinging the door shut...1-2-3-4 Concentrating only on my breath and how the flow of air felt.

With my head clear and O2 flowing through my brain. I was able to become still. Maybe I was really cramming too much into these past few days.

For the rest of the evening my breath and I were buddies. We paid attention to each other. We were friends again.

So, remember..... Take time to breath. Pay attention to that voice that lays within you. Five min. of good solid cleansing breaths.....will go along way!!!!  

Blessings all,

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The True Sound of Truth

I came across this story three weeks ago...when I stumbled upon the mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum.
I think this stumbling was really more...it was a gift.

Here is the story...it is worth the read.


The True Sound of Truth
An old story speaks about a similar problem. A devoted mediator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.

A few years of successful teaching left the mediator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.
The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so the mediator hired a man with a boat to row across to the island. The mediator was very respectful of the old hermit. As they shared some tea made with herbs the mediator asked him about his spiritual practice. The old man said he had no spiritual practice, except for a mantra which he repeated all the time to himself. The mediator was pleased: the hermit was using the same mantra he used himself--but when the hermit spoke the mantra aloud, the mediator was horrified!

"What's wrong?" asked the hermit.
"I don't know what to say. I'm afraid you've wasted your whole life! You are pronouncing the mantra incorrectly!"
"Oh,Dear! That is terrible. How should I say it?"

The mediator gave the correct pronunciation, and the old hermit was very grateful, asking to be left alone so he could get started right away. On the way back across the lake the mediator, now confirmed as an accomplished teacher, was pondering the sad fate of the hermit.

"It's so fortunate that I came along. At least he will have a little time to practice correctly before he dies." Just then, the mediator noticed that the boatman was looking quite shocked, and turned to see the hermit standing respectfully on the water, next to the boat.

"Excuse me, please. I hate to bother you, but I've forgotten the correct pronunciation again. Would you please repeat it for me?"

"You obviously don't need it," stammered the mediator; but the old man persisted in his polite request until the mediator relented and told him again the way he thought the mantra should be pronounced.
The old hermit was saying the mantra very carefully, slowly, over and over, as he walked across the surface of the water back to the island.

Om Mani Padme Hum
Meaning: The sound that strengthens compassion in all beings.

What your best is, is good enough.


Saturday, June 4, 2011

...to the laws of space and time

May this weekend for all be filled with cont. hope, love, and peace.

I wish for everyone to enjoy this weekend,  to laugh at a bad joke,  show affection to a friend or family member,  grab an ice cream,  look up at the sky whether be blue, gray, or foggy.

Be thankful for being able to stand,  when so many,  do to whatever reason,  cannot.

Remember, it is a blessing,  really,  just to be here.  Beauty can be found.  Freedom can be found.  Worry can be released.


We never really know.
I simply believe that some part of the human soul or self is not subject to the laws of space and time.
Carl Jung