Lisa Miller, a psychology professor at Columbia University, explains the health benefits of prayer. The Today Show interview also includes young people’s perspectives on what it means to be spiritual and/or religious.
I must share with you my love for M.C. Yogi’s new album, Only Love is Real. It was released on January 6th (my birthday!). The past couple of weeks I have been listening to the words and letting the energy of it marinate. I thought: “What better week than Valentine’s to write about it?” Only love is real, but to truly feel that with someone else, we first need to align our own energy.
If you need inspiration or if you are ready to take your vibes to a whole new level, you should definitely check out Only Love is Real. It is easy to find high vibe playlists, yet a full album is a rare gift. Add this energy to your sadhana or daily commute; you will feel a difference.
My 3 favorite songs:
Track 6 Light House – This soft yet upbeat song is mesmerizing.
Track 9 Dancing in the sun – Are you having the winter blues? This song will get you over it fast! Turn it on during sun salutations and feel the heat.
Track 11 Heaven is Here – Listen to this track during the first couple of minutes of meditation or while you are on an especially hectic commute. Simply beautiful.
Thank you for reading! Enjoy your week.
Today I am wrapping up poetry month with a beautiful poem by Mexican poet-diplomat Octavio Paz. A special someone gifted me a collection of his work recently; I adore the way he is able to interlink nature, mind, and heart.
(translated by Eliot Weinberger)
Ages of fire and of air
Youth of water
From green to yellow
From yellow to red
From dream to watching
From desire to act
It was only one step and you took it so lightly
Insects were living jewels
The heat rested by the side of the pond
Rain was a willow with unpinned hair
A tree grew in the palm of your hand
And that tree laughed sang prophesied
Its divinations filled the air with wings
There were simple miracles called birds
Everything was for everyone
Everyone was everything
There was only one huge word with no back to it
A word like a sun
One day it broke into tiny pieces
They were the words of the language we now speak
Pieces that will never come together
Broken mirrors where the world sees itself shattered
“And now as long as space endures,
As long as there are beings to be found,
May I continue likewise to remain
To drive away the sorrows of the world.”
– Shantideva’s The way of the Bodhisattva, v. 10.55 (Trans. Pema Chodron).
Thou shalt have an everlasting
Monday and stand in the moon.
The moon’s man stands in his shell,
Bent under a bundle
Of sticks. The light falls chalk and cold
Upon our bedspread.
His teeth are chattering among the leprous
Peaks and craters of those extinct volcanoes.
He also against black frost
Would pick sticks, would not rest
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday’s ghost of sun;
Now works his hell of Mondays in the moon’s ball,
Fireless, seven chill seas chained to his ankle.
– Sylvia Plath