Saturday, June 20, 2020

Wake Up Happy



These days waking up seems like a tall order, happiness aside. 

And yet I am surprisingly optimistic. 

Our culture is trying really hard to wake up. We are seeing more clearly the injustices that have been plaguing us for centuries all in the midst of a very real plague. For the first time in maybe forever many of us are getting still enough to see more clearly the subtle and often insidious ways our hearts have become hardened to truth, to beauty, to one another, and to ourselves.

It is high time for all of us to wake up. 

Let's be real, waking up can be hard to do. And downright painful, literally and metaphorically.


Here is a gentle practice to ground our day in inspiration and positivity. Here is a gentle practice to move our bodies, our temples of the divine, so that we can move in places where we may have been a little stuck. It's a practice that I like to do each and every morning. You are, of course, free to make this your own by tweaking it to meet your needs.


We have to wake up if we are to keep moving forward as a human family. We have to start somewhere. Best to start from the ground up. 


As we celebrate International Day of Yoga on the heels of Juneteenth, in harmonious concert with the Summer Solstice let us bathe in the light of this longest day. Let us move and breathe and pray together until our hearts begin to soften toward ourselves, one another and our precious planet. Let us move and breathe and pray and not stop until we are all free.


If the grace of seeing were ours this day, we would see the divine in every living soul. Grant us the grace seeing this day. 

Grant us the grace of seeing.

Namaste and Love,
Connie

Morning Poem


Every morning
the world
is created. 
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies. 
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere. 
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly, 
every morning, 
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy, 
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

~~Mary Oliver
Connie Bowman is an actress, podcast host, yoga teacher, and author of several books, including There's an Elephant in My Bathtub, Super Socks and Back to Happy. Follow her on Instagram @conniebowmanactressauthoryogior visit www.conniebowman.com. Join her for yoga Tuesday evenings here.


Link to John Phillip Newells book Celtic Benediction: https://www.eerdmans.com/Products/3904/celtic-benediction.aspx

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