Hello Lovely People! Welcome to the home of all things restful :)
I’ve created this resource for those of you who joined the Yoga Moves Weekend Of Rest in Utrecht, 6-7 May 2023.
Opposite, are three audio practices taken from our weekend together. I hope they continue to nourish you and provide a forum for you to dive deeply into your own experience.
I’ve added some of the poetry I shared with you all over the weekend, too.
You’ll find some links to further resources below.
Remember, we do this work in 3 ways: on our own, with another person to help mirror our experience and catch our blind spots, and in a group, so we can experience being seen, heard, and feel our innate need as humans to belong.
You have the opportunity to ‘belong’ (!!) by joining the weekly Find Your Calm Deep Rest sessions. You can organise working with me one to one via the coaching section below. I am always delighted to meet with you and work through your challenges, questions, conundrums, and limitations in these sessions. This is a unique opportunity and one I would encourage you to grab with both hands, even if it feels scary to be seen and show up. It’s deeply transformative work.
If you make a pledge to stay close to that quiet watchful presence that you always are, you’ll know how to live free, happy, and quietly fulfilled - outside of the madness of the world yet at once intimately relating to it.
Big Love!
James
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The bud - Galway Kinnell
The bud stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing
Love After Love - Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Estuary - Dana Faulds
There is peace here, where the river
widens to meet the sea. The rapids
are past; the boulders and the rocky
places, at last, give way to a broad
and sweeping current, flowing
slowly into vastness. The river
moves silently, tastes the salty tide
that marks its demise, and slips
without a backward glance, into
the ocean's infinite embrace.