John Merideth lives in Atlanta, Georgia and is the author of Spiritually Ambitious...a blog touching on the existential twists and turns of contemporary life. He is also an artist and film maker and healthy living/loving advocate.
Real transformative beauty shatters our awareness of what we know...it transfixes us and simultaneously forces us to acknowledge the transience of any experience.
The problem faced by the individual within culture is one of isolation and incoherence.
When we are in conflict with what we truly desire...which is to say when we have failed, either through education, prevailing norms, or indoctrination...
Essentially, when we love we become open to the most illusive aspect of our humanness. We awkwardly attempt to comprehend the reality that before us, within the field of our consciousness, exists another creature, a soul.
And yet the meaning of a thing is not its name.
Knowing is inherently intuitive and flows from our inner symbolism. Therefore to grasp something we must literally fall into it or "dance with it in the moment." So the idea here, as Heidegger, reminds us is to locate the Being of a thing...capital B = essence.
What if your life was designed from start to finish as the most beautiful form of play the universal mind has ever imagined. What if living your life was meant to be the most profound aesthetic experience you will ever have while being human.
I am the the light as it descends and I am the reflection of the light burning a phantom image in the bell curve of living.
JOY embodies ironic expression - JOY is the truth that the most evocative and ecstatic moments of life require an equal and opposite capacity for sliding down the other side of the wave.
As we flirted in those primordial waters, brushing mind and sex against all that we fought to grasp as real, I found myself laughing again at our innocent singularity.
Shame drives tapes within the mind of each person in slightly different ways but the outcome for most of us is the same…unfulfilling choices.
I feel a rushing sensation, a whooshing sound; like the sound you hear when you press your ear to a window facing a city street. My sense of sound is more a tactile vibration than actual sound and my entire body seems to thrum with it. The thrumming reaches a crescendo and as it does I feel tiny pieces of me, an outer layer, vibrate loose in a cloud around me.
And standing before you I wanderIf I pronounce the word in love The back of my skull thrums
By practicing yoga we learn to rein in the tendency of consciousness to gravitate toward the impermanence of external things. As consciousness settles, it takes on a transparent quality and our experience of time becomes more spacious and less personal.
For longer than recorded history, native cultures living in the northern hemisphere have recognized that December brings with it ever increasing darkness.
One of the most difficult tasks of teaching a movement based practice like yoga, is getting across to students that they must unmask the assumptions they carry within them around what it means to fully be in their body.
What moves us, what inspires us, what in our experience of life provides us with the spark to transcend? No matter how much or how little we have, the inherent repetition of life can dull our appreciation for its singular beauty.
More than two decades later, I haven’t found The Answer and more than once I have cast about in confusion, wondering what it is I am searching for. After all this time, with no apparent goal in sight, I can’t help but wonder from time to time at the futility of my efforts.