Last Tuesday before the actual lecture begun, the professor started talking about trust. He told us that he has to walk quite a detour from his office to the lecture room…
11/04/2014
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!["We need embodied humans healing together, communing and exploring the relational field as the grist for our spiritual development. We need accomplishment to become a relational construct; that is, we co-create together, with mutual benefit as our shared goal. [...] If we don't humanize our spirituality, how will we humanize our world? It is time for a version of spirituality that is rooted in whole-humanness, fiercly unafraid to embrace all that we are. At the core of these new models must be the assertion that real spirituality exists right at the heart of our daily lives." -@jeffbrownsoulshaping from his fabulous new book "Grounded Spirituality" which I am absolutely loving already although I'm not even halfway through yet ✨
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#groundedspirituality #booklove #jeffbrown #gemsofwisdom #compassioninaction #spiritualpractice #yogajourney #questfortruth #soulshaping #dailypractice #lokahsamastahsukhinobhavantu #werbungwegenmarkierung](http://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/0d40ee52947d54354cd0f6b51a3b4646/5D489494/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/57111695_335084257147002_8327064187373976465_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com "\"We need embodied humans healing together, communing and exploring the relational field as the grist for our spiritual development. We need accomplishment to become a relational construct; that is, we co-create together, with mutual benefit as our shared goal. [...] If we don't humanize our spirituality, how will we humanize our world? It is time for a version of spirituality that is rooted in whole-humanness, fiercly unafraid to embrace all that we are. At the core of these new models must be the assertion that real spirituality exists right at the heart of our daily lives.\" -@jeffbrownsoulshaping from his fabulous new book \"Grounded Spirituality\" which I am absolutely loving already although I'm not even halfway through yet ✨
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#groundedspirituality #booklove #jeffbrown #gemsofwisdom #compassioninaction #spiritualpractice #yogajourney #questfortruth #soulshaping #dailypractice #lokahsamastahsukhinobhavantu #werbungwegenmarkierung")
![Spring is here once more and just like nature reemerges and blooms I also feel like I’m slowly finding my way back into the light. I'm leaving behind my dark year of the soul and I’m feeling more like myself again.
It felt like the longest year, from the diagnosis of my boy's birth defect last January until now. All the examinations, all the fear and worries, all the months at the hospital. I felt like I was being dragged on most days, I didn’t feel like I could do this, I didn’t want to do this. I was bitter, angry, disappointed and lost and I despised myself for feeling that way thinking: "Shouldn’t you know better as a yoga teacher? How is your meditation practice not helping you in this?“ On the outside people would congratulate me on managing this whole mess so well and I would smile and say thanks while cringing inside and feeling like a fraud on top of it all.
I expected life to become easier once we’ve had been released from the hospital but I was devastated when the challenges didn’t simply go away but only morphed into a different shade of shit.
My yoga practice had dissolved into sleepless nights and exhausting days. I was unable to meditate for the first time since I started to practice back in 2010. But what brought me some comfort in between the madness of shattered hopes and disenchanted thought patterns were my oils. Console helped me grieve the person I had left behind, the image of myself that I had to leave behind. Balance would be a daily staple on the soles of my feet to keep at least some sense of grounding amidst the chaos that was my daily life then. When I finally got some down time I would rub Clarycalm and Serenity all over myself to grant me some desperately needed relaxation. So even if I didn’t manage to do anything at all for my emotional and spiritual wellbeing as I was used to, when even my breath got stuck in my throat, I could always at least lift my hand and use the oils. [continued in comments]](http://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/7f56daed17f5f8304bb74123bd8d1c4f/5D3E50FF/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/54731669_130971397962604_5364472161184326736_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com "Spring is here once more and just like nature reemerges and blooms I also feel like I’m slowly finding my way back into the light. I'm leaving behind my dark year of the soul and I’m feeling more like myself again.
It felt like the longest year, from the diagnosis of my boy's birth defect last January until now. All the examinations, all the fear and worries, all the months at the hospital. I felt like I was being dragged on most days, I didn’t feel like I could do this, I didn’t want to do this. I was bitter, angry, disappointed and lost and I despised myself for feeling that way thinking: \"Shouldn’t you know better as a yoga teacher? How is your meditation practice not helping you in this?“ On the outside people would congratulate me on managing this whole mess so well and I would smile and say thanks while cringing inside and feeling like a fraud on top of it all.
I expected life to become easier once we’ve had been released from the hospital but I was devastated when the challenges didn’t simply go away but only morphed into a different shade of shit.
My yoga practice had dissolved into sleepless nights and exhausting days. I was unable to meditate for the first time since I started to practice back in 2010. But what brought me some comfort in between the madness of shattered hopes and disenchanted thought patterns were my oils. Console helped me grieve the person I had left behind, the image of myself that I had to leave behind. Balance would be a daily staple on the soles of my feet to keep at least some sense of grounding amidst the chaos that was my daily life then. When I finally got some down time I would rub Clarycalm and Serenity all over myself to grant me some desperately needed relaxation. So even if I didn’t manage to do anything at all for my emotional and spiritual wellbeing as I was used to, when even my breath got stuck in my throat, I could always at least lift my hand and use the oils. [continued in comments]")
