Happy Birthday, Pisces!
Pisces, the Zodiac sign of the Fishes, is related to water, specifically the oceans and the ocean of Oneness.
When I think of Pisces what comes to mind is-
Imagination, Sleeping and Dreaming, Being more than Doing
Dissolution, Merging, Oneness, and Compassion
The Gentle recording this week features an intersection of restorative poses, pranayama and meditation. I hope it floats you softly into the Ocean of Oneness.
And, since Pisces rules the feet, they will be the featured body part in the Vinyasa recording.
Enjoy! And Love!
Shala
PS,
I’ll be back in the studio THIS WEEK! Starting Wednesday, March 2, my weekly live-stream classes will transition to in-person practices at Asheville Yoga Center. If you’ve been missing breathing and moving in the room together as much as I have, please join me. I’d LOVE to see you there! (masks optional)
Mondays in-person at Asheville Yoga Center:
4-5:15 Warm Gentle, Restorative, & Yin
5:30-6:45 Hot Vinyasa Flow & Yin
Wednesdays In-person at Asheville Yoga Center:
12-1:15 Hot Vinyasa Flow & Yin
Recorded Practices:
Pisces & The Feet: 34 min Vinyasa Flow (suggested Spotify playlist is in the Vimeo description that you’ll see once you click the link.)
https://vimeo.com/682916237/240e58fb2c
Pisces & Oneness: 48 min Gentle/Restorative sequence (suggested Spotify playlist is in the Vimeo description that you’ll see once you click the link.)
https://vimeo.com/682920382/b0dd4baf4e
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Paypal = shalarain@gmail.com
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Love,
Shala
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Thich Nhat Hanh's poem written below is a poignant example of the Pisces experience of Oneness:
Please Call Me By My True Names
by Thich Nhat Hanh
(from Call Me By My True Names, The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh)
Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow— even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive.
I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am also the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.
My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion.
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