A 2013 Mantra

Wind Sprite Studio Panterra WestfieldNY (c) 2012 barefoot photos
Wind Sprite
Studio Panterra
(c) 2012 barefoot photos

Continuing the practice of choosing a word for the year, this year two words speak to me: Listening and Softening.

While repeating them to myself, I realized that they made a mantra that would help me practice listening and softening.Here it is:

On the inbreath, I listen. (Or simply the word, listening)

On the outbreath, I soften. (Or simply the word, softening)

I’m in love with my mantra, which I think means, it’s meant for me :-)


The Mother of All Intentions

During this season of intention-setting, it might be helpful to contemplate the mother-of-all-intentions: COMPASSION.

And all compassion, from the grandest benevolent foundation to the tiniest gesture of human kindness, begins with oneself.

During 2010, how can I treat myself with greater friendship, honor, and love? Can I develop kinder thoughts as well as healthier responses? What simple action can I take to implement this intention?

My first method of creating more compassion in my life and in the lives of folks I touch ~ including my online friends ~ is to work on my physical and mental health. I can develop healthier personal patterns: MORE vegetables, MORE exercise, MORE focus.

A second action is to develop a greater support system. I have taken some first steps toward gaining mentors and will continue contemplating what other sorts of support may be beneficial.

I work on these areas so that I may better serve you.

Developing a fundamental attitude of compassion, not just day-by-day, but by really paying attention, becoming mindful of moment-by-moment turns toward or away from compassion will change the world.

falling outta freefall into the blogosphere

img_0204It’s not so much about what’s new as it is leaving the old year simmering in the dust. Looking at the past to see where I am today. Checking back on the flight plan with a sense of bewilderment and awe. Who signed off on this journey anyway???

Leaves turning. . .

It was the Fall the leaves stayed on the trees longer than usual. Some speculated that it had been because the summer was sooo rainy. But I knew it was because of me. I needed the leaves and all of their glorious fire to cool me back into life.

Week after week I was surrounded by colors so brilliant they put the peak of spring blossoms to shame. And the sky blazed overhead  just about as blue as the whole big sunny ocean. A perfect azure backdrop for all the yellow, gold, and amber leaves fluttering on their skinny petioles.

These were my personal prayer flags strewn up, my personal supplication and praise to the energy of existence. Praise to the pain that had leaked away, sometimes in torrents last Spring. That was pain, generalized but constant  angst and anger at me, you, the world.. . .stored up over my entire life and probably over many lifetimes. What Eckhart Tolle calls the pain body.

I know you want me to be more explicit here, but, well, it’s a long long story and mostly vague anyway. Wish there was ONE THING that I could point to, one incident that contained my anger, but that’s not what it was. Which is why I question whether it drew upon several lifetimes of miserable existence. Which is why it is pretty much miraculous that IT  is gone. And hallelujah for that.

Now I am filled with endless gratitude for my life and all life.  The turning leaves, brilliant and dying, can fall now. Fall to the ground, free for the slow burn of decay and the purity of snow.

lake erie leaf new year 2009 (David Kieber photo)
oak leaf floating in lake (David Kieber photo)

The day I signed my first blog post – a whopping seven months ago – was the day I dropped into another universe while birthing LaughingYogini. Then week after week spun on the single question WHERE AM I?

The first months of L Y’s teething pains, I kept tinkering with the site, posting, screaming for help from LY’s very patient tech team and feeling VERY INSECURE in the new social milieu. Navigating through the etiquette of comments, copyright, and asking WHO AM I? about every five minutes.

Tree overlooking Lake Erie
tree teetering over lake erie (carolyn photo)

I foundered in freefall.

Slowly and surprisingly, an online identity began shaping up though. I was becoming laughingyogini and laughingyogini was becoming ME.

two rocks - one wave (carolyn photo)
two rocks – one wave (carolyn photo)

One day I was friended by a hip Aussie writer on blog catalog, a blogging community I had sent an automated “join” to months earlier. As I checked out Svasti and delved into bc I fell into the virtual blogging community.  What a trip it’s been!

The community has helped me find my place. I have new friends, sources of inspiration, tech advice, and old fashioned support. Reading their posts helps LY create her voice, question her calls, raise her standards.

In the brief history of the WEB, I am a newbie. In my personal history, the WEB has literally given me a life, a community, and education, and most important to you, my readers, it’s given me voice.

With such dramatic changes in the last twelve months, I cannot begin to project into the future, but only create aspirations and intentions for HOW I AM GOING.  My intentions focus on lovingkindness and awakening. Which are really the one and the only way for me.  HAPPY 2009!

sand pebbles and grapevine (cynthia king photo)
sand pebbles with grapevine (david kieber photo)


A New Earth.