I’ve just arrived home from a few weeks in Costa Rica. The beauty of the jungle and our surroundings at Blue Spirit Retreat Center always takes my breath away and I feel just a little more alive. Each day we wake to sounds of birds, the howler monkeys doing their unique howl, insects buzzing and the breeze whispering to us. It’s always so early when we wake, but somehow nature is always ahead of us and fully alive!
In our sweet community of Yoga Teacher Training students we spent a lot of time discussing waking up to our world, not sleepwalking through life, and cultivating a present awareness. We enjoyed practicing, studying, reading dharmic teachings, poetry and yogic texts. We ate together, put down those phones, and enjoyed real conversation over a wholesome meal of organic food. We laughed, we cried some, and we even complained just a little, but in the end we were awake to our experience. Each day no matter how tired, or how sick of chaturanga we were, we were still awake to the specialness of the experience with each other.
In the spirit of wakefulness, here’s a poem written by Chris that once again reminds us that nature is there, waiting for us to see, hear and love her.
Have you ever heard a cardinal sing?
I’m sure you have
but still I doubt you’ve ever really heard it.
When a cardinal sings
it pierces all,
sharp and bright
like a bell that jolts the sleeping
back to life
from their slumbered death.
I thought I’d heard a cardinal sing
and thought I knew the wind
and then one day
the song slipped in
and ript apart
my eager, tender