Lotus seed pod |
Kundalini yoga
Hmm…very interesting. I found myself giggling the whole way
through it, as I released. It certainly helped because this morning I have no
side effects, except maybe a slight sore sacral bone.
We worked on the navel and heart yesterday.
Now let me tell you…I am not one who has been into excessive
physical activity. Even though I danced, played sport and horse rode as a teenager;
I didn’t really work up too much of a sweat. I tried aerobics and the gym on
the odd occasion but hated the idea of getting sweaty and simply couldn’t be
bothered.
I have a weak body.
All my life there has been concern about me and my weakness –
from my parents down to my children – everyone always asking is Karen/mom okay
when we did strenuous activities. I never turned anything down – I’ve done my
share of canoeing down the Orange River over rapids, climbing mountains despite
my fear of heights, dancing in a stage show that lasted six months, so yes I
have pushed myself on the odd occasion – but it is not a regular ‘torture’ as I
would call it.
This perceived weakness has plagued me all my life and I
have bought into it.
Suddenly at the age of 45 I found I wanted to go to the gym and
work up a sweat - which I did. Our daughter and I used to go every Sunday and
we’d work out and then do the sauna and swim afterward. It was our mother and
daughter time together until she left for Australia.
So I bought myself a cross trainer to use at home…still do
along with my toning exercises which I have done for approximately 20 odd
years.
Yesterday made me realise that there is nothing wrong with
me. I am quite capable and the weakness I have is merely a mind over matter thing.
Initially I was stressing about pushing my body to the limit,
like I did in Australia and ending up aching for days on end. Well then I was
buying into the perceived weakness, wasn’t I?
Once the change in perception happened I was able to sink
into the perceived pain and love it, and through loving it, I could release by
giggling.
My body and muscles were very relaxed when I arrived home
and last night’s sacred union moved up a notch. Wow, I’d felt that we’d reached
a plateau and was wondering when we would move to the next level.
Once again I was contorted into strange positions and found
myself giggling. I am smiling as I think about it now.
Who says you can’t have fun while pushing your body to its
limit? I never knew I could, but now that I think about it, my soul and spirit
knew but my body didn’t quite get it. Last night she ‘got it’…finally. I was guided to a blog I wrote in December 2010 at the start of the understandings Intense Pleasure when I was pushed beyond what I thought I could do.
At that time I had no idea what was in store for us.
I find that my third eye is looking like a closed seed pod
and am wondering what that is all about. I did an internet search to see if I could find the seed - it looks like the picture above.
Anyways this morning when I woke I was told that I need to
do some rituals before doing anything else. I asked why rituals I thought they
were a thing of the past. No, it is merely for today to reinforce and cement
the understanding that I had yesterday.
What did strike me yesterday at yoga – again some of the
movements were ones that I was guided to do the other day – but they were more
in the form of dance rather than yoga poses.
All part of the training and understanding I need to have
for next year.
P.S. I looked up the symbolism of the lotus seed pod and found this
The seed pod of the lotus is an ever changing womb that protects and holds the seeds until they mature. The pod represents the sanctuary of community where the seeds of creativity and expression are nurtured and prepare for transformation.
The seed pod of the lotus is an ever changing womb that protects and holds the seeds until they mature. The pod represents the sanctuary of community where the seeds of creativity and expression are nurtured and prepare for transformation.
It kind of ties in with what I've been experiencing lately.
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