Day 23~ Playing Dead

onthemat • December 16, 2017

Awake at 4:30 a.m. and pearl white light streams onto the bed. I look out the window and the full moon lies low in the sky. Is that what woke me? My mind goes busy, but I don’t want to rise. I stretch out on my back and deeply breathe in and out the calm, […]

Awake at 4:30 a.m. and pearl white light streams onto the bed. I look out the window and the full moon lies low in the sky. Is that what woke me? My mind goes busy, but I don’t want to rise. I stretch out on my back and deeply breathe in and out the calm, constant, pure glow of the moon. Savasana – corpse pose. I drift back to sleep and am dead to the world until it’s time to get up. Later, I recall the childhood game of playing dead with my friends. We would lie as still as possible, breathe as little as possible and try not to flick our eyes. Did we really know then what death was? Do we now? Perhaps one lesson of practice is a sense of play in the face of the unknown. When lying in Savasana we embrace our demise and, in so doing, affirm our being.

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Heart~ Day #7 (Week #4)

By Linda Malcomb • May 3, 2020
“There is a light in the core of our being that calls us home—one that can only be seen with closed eyes; We can feel it as a radiance in the center of our chest. This light of loving awareness is always here, regardless of our conditioning. It does not matter how many dark paths we have traveled or how many wounds we have inflicted or sustained as we have unknowingly stumbled toward this inner radiance. It does not matter how long we have sleepwalked, seduced by our desires and fears. This call persists until it is answered, until we surrender to who we really are. When we do, we feel ourselves at home wherever we are. A hidden beauty reveals itself in our ordinary life. As the true nature of our Deep Hear is unveiled, we feel increasingly grateful for no reason—grateful to simply be.” —John J. Prendergast, PHD, The Deep Heart

SUN!~ Day #6 (Week #4)

By Linda Malcomb • May 2, 2020
Seems like it’s been rainy, windy, dreary for eons. Which may have helped us shelter inside a bit more. I remember reading years and years ago in a Seth book that weather can be influenced, and even created by mass human emotion. Why not? We are far more powerful than we currently acknowledge, and science is beginning to validate many phenomena that had seemed inconceivable before. Those seemingly endless days of “bad” weather seemed congruent with the emotional tone of covid her in New England. And now SUN! Glorious, warming, invigorating, hope-filled Sun! Today I will be outside basking and gardening and thanking. And I’m sure the whole neighborhood, and most of New England will go outside, stand with our faces to the sun and breathe a huge healing breath of joy. And maybe the collective energy of that will resonate out across the word as a promise of brighter days to come.
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