Mula Bhanda, the energy lock of the reproductive organs, sphincter muscles, kegels, abdominal and bowel all pulling into body awareness at the physical level of strength, will, determination, and commitment to never yield.
The warrior Bhanda that deepens our connection with our own personal bodies, blood, bones, muscles, ligaments.
In it is the struggle to survive, the willingness to dig deep and experience the space in between effort where stillness and silence live.
Slow. Steady. Moment by moment. Like the heartbeat of our mother. Electromagnetic pulse, thump thumping with the rhythm of cycles, seasons, time.
Foundational. The place where we store all our stories of shame, suffering, anger, rage. The place where we have stored memories of life's imperfections, imbalances, and traumas.
The place where we rise up and despite circumstances, despite externals, we find the internal resources to commit to the process of living and create a different story.
Perseverance. Training. Change.
A profound legacy of pioneers for the future charging forward in the face of adversity to stand firm in humanity and for humanity that despite all the trials and tribulations, despite moments in life that are suffering the human will to survive is a miracle.
If that miracle can exist so can others.
To dive deep and then surface again, break out and break through running awareness in the rivers of volcanos and eruptions that tunnels through our veins.
Private sacred moments of internal change and catalysts that you keep for yourself to grow and understand how precious the simple things that capture the essence of time passing intimacy in life's slow treasures really are invaluable and cannot be bought only experience with time you set aside to slow down to the pace of nature.
Trees that sprout from seed to give shade over the course of a person's lifetime.
The sunset travelling over the mountain range with the passing of the year.
The moon waxing crescent to full and waning to new.
Flowers in seasonal cycles, budding, blooming and petals falling to ground.
Children, once held, now birthing.
Memories of friends over time that build community.
Simple meals bursting color and spice.
A cup of steaming tea.
And yoga...the dance of prayer slowly unfolding breaths most intimate movement vertebrae by vertebrae to the base of spine and pelvis where you sit in your center, greying, wrinkling, but surrendering to time but holding to happiness of youthful heart unbridled freedom in flight no matter the gravity that holds us all on this planet rotating sun in solar system of small galaxy in Universe.
We are but a speck...but a speck of sparkling dust that laughs and smiles, embraces and experiences. Your personal life matters and so does the choice to live, to mature, to be at ease in the process of natural evolution.
Day by day.
Day by day.
Day by day.
Until the day when the temporary physical gives way to dust and dust floats on the wind.