Sunday sadhana

To me, sadhana is a daily spiritual practice allowing time and space for an individual to turn inward.

As Yogi Bhajan (of the Kundalini yoga tradition) says, "Sadhana is self-enrichment. It is not something which is done to please somebody or to gain something. Sadhana is a personal process in which you bring out your best."

Sadhana could be taking a walk in nature, doing breath work or yoga asanas on a mat, spending time meditating or chanting, reading and reflecting on a poem, journaling or simply watching the sun rise.

Please accept this post as a possible starting point for your own practice today.

“You want to know how I spend my time?
I walk the front lawn, pretending
to be weeding. You ought to know
I’m never weeding, on my knees, pulling
clumps of clover from the flower beds: in fact
I’m looking for courage ...”

— Louise Glück, excerpt from the poem, "Matins," found in her collection The Wild Iris

Sunday sadhana

To me, sadhana is a daily spiritual practice allowing time and space for an individual to turn inward.

As Yogi Bhajan (of the Kundalini yoga tradition) says, "Sadhana is self-enrichment. It is not something which is done to please somebody or to gain something. Sadhana is a personal process in which you bring out your best."

Sadhana could be taking a walk in nature, doing breath work or yoga asanas on a mat, spending time meditating or chanting, reading and reflecting on a poem, or simply watching the sun rise.

Please accept this post as a possible starting point for your own practice today: a photo from me, and a video from one of my favorite spoken-word artists, Shane Koyczan.

Sunday sadhana

To me, sadhana is a daily spiritual practice allowing time and space for an individual to turn inward.

As Yogi Bhajan (of the Kundalini yoga tradition) says, "Sadhana is self-enrichment. It is not something which is done to please somebody or to gain something. Sadhana is a personal process in which you bring out your best."

Sadhana could be taking a walk in nature, doing breath work or yoga asanas on a mat, spending time meditating or chanting, reading and reflecting on a poem, or simply watching the sun rise.

Please accept this post as a possible starting point for your own practice today.

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in.

— Leonard Cohen, "Anthem"

Saturday sadhana

To me, sadhana is a daily spiritual practice allowing time and space for an individual to turn inward.

As Yogi Bhajan (of the Kundalini yoga tradition) says, "Sadhana is self-enrichment. It is not something which is done to please somebody or to gain something. Sadhana is a personal process in which you bring out your best."

Sadhana could be taking a walk in nature, doing breath work or yoga asanas on a mat, spending time meditating or chanting, reading and reflecting on a poem, or simply watching the sun rise.

Please accept this post as a possible starting point for your own practice today.

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To open a door, you must want to leave.

Find this line as a part of the whole (brilliant) poem, "Instructions for Opening a Door," by Adriana Cloud, here (scroll ALL the way down).

Sunday sadhana

To me, sadhana is a daily spiritual practice allowing time and space for an individual to turn inward.

As Yogi Bhajan (of the Kundalini yoga tradition) says, "Sadhana is self-enrichment. It is not something which is done to please somebody or to gain something. Sadhana is a personal process in which you bring out your best."

Sadhana could be taking a walk in nature, doing breath work or yoga asanas on a mat, spending time meditating or chanting, reading and reflecting on a poem, or simply watching the sun rise.

Please accept this post as a possible starting point for your own practice today.

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"Ten Years Later" by David Whyte

When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, now swaying water

slaps against the rolling kayak,

I find myself near darkness, paddling again to Yellow Island.

Every spring wildflowers cover the grey rocks.

Every year the sea breeze ruffles the cold and lovely pearls hidden in the center of the flowers

as if remembering them by touch alone.

A calm and lonely, trembling beauty that frightened me in youth.

Now their loneliness feels familiar, one small thing I’ve learned these years,

how to be alone, and at the edge of aloneness how to be found by the world.

Innocence is what we allow to be gifted back to us once we’ve given ourselves away.

There is one world only, the one to which we gave ourselves utterly, and to which one day

we are blessed to return.