Anne's Blog

Purple Gems Fade Away Violet fades to pale blue Indigo to Blue

***I actually wrote this on 12/25/2018 but didn't post it. Today, I did some rereading of it, some editing and posting it now.     This time of year when the tree trunks resemble a grayish-brown myelin sheath of a nerve cell and the branches the nucleus with numerous, irregularly, shaped arms growing from it, it is easy to miss them because they seem to blend into the blandness so well. It helps to know what you are looking for but, even then, you might doubt what you see until you get closer to it or it drops in for a glide. They like to be up high in the nerve-cell trees with their chests facing the Western Sun. I'm assuming it feels good to face the warmth and the light at a time of year when both are sparse.  When I take my little dog, a black, wiry-haired Chihuahua, out for walks on sunny days in December like today, he likes to lie in the sun for awhile first and absorb some heat.  He and the Hawk are more alike than is readily apparent as they both have a pe...

     I was thrifty twice today and it caused me to think about two random and unrelated things because that is how my mind operates. I thought about my past and how being thrifty shouldn't always be about money. I thought, too, about the "Yoga Sutras" which I studied last year during Yoga Teacher Training, specifically,  Brahmacharya.   One of the  5 Yamas, or moral constraints, of the "Yoga Sutras",  Brahmacharya , often associated with sexual abstinence, seemed to me to be more about spiritual thrift.  It is the prudent use of personal mental, physical and emotional energy.  Brahmacharya is about being thrifty with your own self.      My ex-husband once told me, after the birth of our youngest son, that I wasn't thrifty. The exact phrase he used was I needed to learn to "pinch pennies". Over the years at random times, like today, the phrase haunts me. Sadly, he never really knew me but I can't blame him because I didn...