At the Fall Equinox Workshop this week the Himalayan Pink Sea Salt Scrub was such a hit we will mix up some more in the next couple weeks and list it in our Etsy Shop.
This morning we are busy preparing wonderful concoctions for the upcoming season: Far & Away Facial Scrub as well as Autumn & The Sea Facial Masque. We’ve also prepared a lone jar of Pink Himalayan Sea Salt Scrub in case we run into one of our Equinox friends at Yoga + Wine Under the Stars with our Imagine Yoga friends tomorrow evening. Beautiful, soulful events such as these are a large part of the reason we adore the cooler months.
Because we so love our Imagine Yogis and the beautiful ways in which they help people heal and grow we will sometimes offer some of our products at a reduced rate at their events. Usually we do this with our more deluxe items such as masques, scrubs and malas. Presently, we do not announce beforehand what discounts may exist at these events but we will announce Imagine Yoga events we will attend with our products in-tow.
Welcome to autumn, the beautiful fall in which we all lose daylight hours. Fall is a wonderful time to embrace Kali, the primordial feminine, with her resplendent fury, absolute destruction and ultimate, abundant generative tendencies. Embracing these ideas of violently and utterly purging from your life all that stagnates, all that brings weariness, all that weighs you down physically and mentally leaving only a shining core of possibilities with plenty of room for growth is particularly pragmatic now, at the cusp between summer and autumn when nature herself will mirror these very ideas: the trees receding into their cores as they shed their leaves, grass neglecting all but roots, turning the earth into a crisp carpet beneath your feet, birds leave their summer oases as they retreat before the impending winter and insects hibernate or die hoping the next generation rests warm and secure in pupal and larval states, hidden from the elements.
Kali the Mother
The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black —
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!
For Terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath,
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e’er.
Thou ‘Time’, the All-Destroyer!
Come, O Mother, come!
Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction’s dance,
To him the Mother comes.
Oh, the tumult of a season’s end can wreak havoc on even the most focused mind. If the allergens don’t bother me my joints express their fascination with the changing barometric pressure, temperature and wind through a painful attunement.
This afternoon I attended a Fall Equinox Workshop at the Atma Bhakti Yoga Center in Dallas, hosted by the ever-gracious Christina of Imagine Yoga. She invited me to bring my soaps and I am incredibly glad she did; I connected with many women who share my interest in delectable treats for the skin and senses, as well as Japa Malas. I look forward to watching the evolution of my connections with these women grow and change over time.
I hoped for inspiration and I was lucky to be blessed with it: I now have a clear idea of my desires for this coming season, not only for myself, but for my soap making and Mala knotting, too. I have intentions to help bring to fruition myriad ideas and feelings that will not only benefit me, but also the world in which I live.
Grounded & Loving It,
This morning roused me with a rattling screen door at 3:30, signs of a small earthquake not too far away. Sleep fled and refused to return, so I spent my predawn hours sipping tea, drawing and enjoying the quiet.
As the sun emerged slowly in a golden haze above the roof and treetop skyline the hummingbirds fell into the yard to keep watch over the feeder. With adamant chirps and flashing tails they fought and chased and exalted in small victories, gorging from their claimed and reclaimed feeder.
Enjoy this summer’s end.
Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They chop, break, and impoverish it. An action is the perfection and publication of thought.
Ralph Waldo Emmerson
A note from Kelly about her experience at the Dhamma Siri Southwest Vipassana Meditation Center:
May all beings be happy.
This was chanted often throughout the course in Pali, the ancient language of Siddhartha Guatama, Buddha, after which many students replied with the chant of “Sadhu, Sadhu, Sadhu,” meaning “Well said.”
This overarching theme of kindness, compassion and internal happiness was beautiful, a message repeated often enough perhaps only within environments such as the Vipassana Centers.
The physicality of sitting for hours (approximately 8-10) daily for meditation is extreme and causes one’s body to speak out in all manner of ways: transient soreness, numbness, creaking joints, aches and some more persistent pains that have yet to work their way from my body. That said, I didn’t mind. It was difficult but definitely tolerable and during my time at the center I made great strides in maintaining a settled, strong body and saw a great reduction in how much I felt the need to readjust my posture while meditating.
The meditation was wonderful and although it takes practice, patience and persistence I felt I took to it like a fish to water. I have meditated daily during the few days I have been home and intend to explore not only Vipassana further, but any other types of meditation I can encounter.
The silence was delightful. I was a little surprised by how much I enjoyed it! I felt perfectly at home and over the course of my short stay there ended up spending as much time as possible alone in my residence or walking the nature trail than in the casual group sittings of the hall, preferring not just silence, but also solitude. It was interesting to observe that even though we sat in silence with our eyes shut I still felt the social nature of the meditation hall taxing.
The reason I left early: Goenka, the man who designed this course, was broadcast via audio and video for about 2 hours a day chanting, expounding and occasionally giving a sentence here or there on furthering our meditation practice. I felt it was wholly pretentious and created an air of facade within many of the students, both of which are antithetic to meditation. I did not want my first serious foray into meditation to be tainted by an over-abundance of ego, so on the fourth day, after a two hour lesson on Vipassana, I left.
The entire staff and assistant teachers were all very gracious and nonjudgmental. I am certainly glad for my experience there while remaining confident in my decision of leaving when I did.
I was surprised by the guru-ism having gleaned the impression from their Web sites the course would be more about meditation and less about Goenka. For those who don’t mind, or even enjoy, following a guru and see no pretense, pomp or flare in their personas, I think this course would be beneficial. For others, who, like me, have difficulty voluntarily, albeit tacitly, encouraging a massive ego, perhaps another meditation resource would better suite you.
Upon leaving I noticed the cluttered and noisy life outside the center to which I returned: visual, urban ephemera abounded as I approached home and the radio offered only noise clutter. I drove the hour in silence.
My time isolated from my life (my ever-supportive and loving fellow, family, friends, pastimes, et cetera) produced in me an enormous gratitude which has yet to dwindle. I did not feel changed while at Dhamma Siri, but since my emergence into the world I have noticed I am much more still internally, better able to articulate my thoughts, less stressed and rejuvenated.
Forever your Dhamma Siri dropout,
A city draped in saints, gods and fragrant jasmine; Rome is beautiful! We were lucky to stay in the city 7 days.
Abundant, gracious, kind people made for a thriving city full of delights for every sense. The sweets were immaculate and decadent, the fruits and vegetables smelled luscious and fresh.
Much of our time was spent walking the city, taking in everything it had to offer.
Our imaginations danced among ruins of temples, markets and homes of a people gone from this world thousands of years.
With a wintry white storm blowing snow about the city we’ve spent today holed up indoors making good use of the bright light the frozen landscape reflects.
We adore the pretty fire agate guru bead and hope it soon finds a mindful and loving home with someone who is in search of discovering their innermost self.
We have recently been reading up on Japa mala and decided to make one for a dear friend of ours. We absolutely love the result and hope they do, as well!
We had so much fun creating this Japa mala for our friend that we intend to create more to offer to our customers! We will add them to our shop as we complete them.