Meditation On A Mid Life Cello
It’s part of my mid-life crisis. I assumed the cello and I would hit it off like we were lovers in a former life. We have really, really not.
It’s part of my mid-life crisis. I assumed the cello and I would hit it off like we were lovers in a former life. We have really, really not.
There is a specific kind of mind space or flow when I’m doing my best work. Time unfolds like a bright banner and stride and joy take over.
“Vibratory”: now that’s the key. The vibrations, the internal rhythm of the body, the spanda.
When I am feeling doubt, the root is always a feeling of “not enough”. Victoria Castle delivers a workbook to unlearn self limitation.
My yoga will either sing or suffer depending on where I put my mind at the beginning of a practice; the same goes for my writing.
I am determined not to lose the sense of expanded time and space and light we had wandering in Italy.