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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 08/2012

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. A late start at work meant I could get in a practice this morning. Strong coffee helped a lot - I did notice the racey, runaway thoughts but it was a small price to pay for the raw energy that got me through an entire Ashtanga Primary practice today. Tomorrow morning I head off into the bush for another 3 day solo camping retreat. Sadness begins to descend. Mark wal...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 09/2012

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. The melt down had been coming, I watched it approaching like a wild storm that I couldn't stop. I knew it could be serious but was hoping it might just pass over without too much damage. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Yesterday, laying in bed and observing my mind I was stunned to see the effect of work stress so vividly: electrical spasms, like mini lightning flashes we...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 11/2012

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. I chickened out of camping at Gym Beach. After driving for over 4 hours from Adelaide down to the gorgeous secluded Gym Beach campsite overlooking the ocean, an unfounded fear and wave of anxiety made me turn around and head back to the more familiar Casuarina camping spot in Innes National Park on Yorke Peninsula. There are four campsites at Gym Beach, each one qui...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: Resting in Peace

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. My husband died last Friday morning at 5.30am. Myself and our two beautiful children were with him. It was the culmination of two and a half weeks on a traumatic emotional roller coaster - we'd kept a round the clock vigil next to his bed in intensive care during that time. Before each operation we assured him he'd be fine. But he's mighty tough. We sat with him for...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: Beyond

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. I rise from Savasana altered. Looking outwards through a calm, clear lens,. Looking inwards through the same. Inner and outer merge. Yoga practice moves self through layers,. Effortlessly piercing and opening, so that self can. Centre opens into infinite space. Then continue further in,. To the dark, beautiful, eternal galaxy. Drawing breath in, yet no diminishment.

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 08/2013

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. I resigned and gave 2 weeks notice. Then headed off into the bush for my one week of annual leave. That was last week. This week I'm back at work for my final 3 days - tying up loose ends, handing over, and allocating responsibilities to other staff. I meditated, did yoga, meditated, climbed mountains, meditated.and slept. My resignation was the ultimate escape.

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 04/2013

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. Day 3 of retreat. Dawn I walk over the sleepy grey dunes and down onto the beach.a solitary silhouette imprinting soft, cool, sensuous sand. The sun peeks over the dunes behind me. The full moon is fading, and quiety setting over the ocean, still watching over her watery kingdom. The beach is breezy, seaweedy, wild and pristine. Sensing my approach a lone seagull ta...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 10/2013

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. My husband died last Friday morning at 5.30am. Myself and our two beautiful children were with him. It was the culmination of two and a half weeks on a traumatic emotional roller coaster - we'd kept a round the clock vigil next to his bed in intensive care during that time. Before each operation we assured him he'd be fine. But he's mighty tough. We sat with him for...

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: 09/2013

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. I rise from Savasana altered. Looking outwards through a calm, clear lens,. Looking inwards through the same. Inner and outer merge. Yoga practice moves self through layers,. Effortlessly piercing and opening, so that self can. Centre opens into infinite space. Then continue further in,. To the dark, beautiful, eternal galaxy. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Nobodhis Yoga Journal: Walk the dog, and be the dog

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For God to visit there must be nobody home" A journal of inner experiences in the life of an urban yogi. Contact: nobodhishome@yahoo.com.au. Walk the dog, and be the dog. Wrote a gentle yet inspiring post about caring for ones wellbeing through a daily yoga practice. Here is a taste:. Can we program each day with the time to take care of our self? A personal practice, whether yoga or meditation, requires the same approach as walking the dog. The full post is here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).