Sunday sadhana

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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.

"Luke," from Dog Songs by Mary Oliver

I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields,

yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her dark head

and her wet nose touching the face of every one

with its petals of silk, with its fragrance rising

into the air where the bees, their bodies heavy with pollen,

hovered— and easily she adored every blossom,

not in the serious, careful way that we choose this blossom or that blossom—

the way we praise or don’t praise— the way we love or don’t love— but the way

we long to be— that happy in the heaven of earth— that wild, that loving.

Sunday sadhana

Woman at Colorado Springs Fine Arts Center, credit Kirsten Akens 2015

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.

 

Trilliums, by Mary Oliver

Every spring among the ambiguities of childhood

the hillsides grew white with the wild trilliums. I believed in the world. Oh, I wanted

to be easy in the peopled kingdoms, to take my place there, but there was none

that I could find shaped like me. So I entered through the tender buds,

I crossed the cold creek, my backbone and my thin white shoulders unfolding and stretching.

From the time of snow-melt, when the creek roared and the mud slid and the seeds cracked,

I listened to the earth-talk. the root-wrangle, the arguments of energy, the dreams lying

just under the surface, the rising, becoming at the last moment

flaring and luminous — the patient parable of every spring and hillside year after difficult year.

Sunday sadhana

Palm Trees, photo credit Kirsten Akens April 2015

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.

Courage doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says ‘I’ll try again tomorrow.’

Quote by Mary Anne Radmacher, of which I was reminded by Jill at A Thousand Shades of Gray in a post for Marianne Elliott