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Christine Moore Shimmy Yogini

Christine's blogs

I love to write. I hope my words can somehow inspire you, or help you ponder your own life experience.

The calm in the midst of a storm

5/3/2014

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There are days when I walk through the doors into building C at Boulder county jail and wonder how I’m ever going to settle in and create some calm in the midst of a storm.

The storm of people being transferred to other pods, packing up their beds, waiting anxiously to hear their name called. The storm of being inside cement walls when outdoors the birth of spring is exploding and singing in vibrant contrast. There is a storm of loud voices and endless television.

All this blended with the scent of food (if you could call it that) and the screaming voice of uncertainty. My task sometimes feels daunting.

Imagine losing your job and control over the very basic parts of life.

Not seeing your children

Possibly losing your home

Maybe being rejected by your loved ones

The voice of uncertainty is loud indeed.

We can judge the people inside those walls. I prefer to embrace them and let them know in some way they are welcome back out here with us. After all, the line between us and them at times appears to be very thin. Sometimes that division is clearly financial.

I gather my tools and sit quietly in the midst of it and breath. That is the task I see before me, bringing some calm into this storm, a brief offering of some inner peace through yoga.

I leave this place with gratitude for the littlest things that I often take for granted. That is the gift I carry forward, the gift these people and this strange place give back to me.

Namaste


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    I dance

    I  dance to quench my thirst

    to reach my fingertips as close as they can come to heaven

    and then slowly flutter them down to feel the vibration from the earth.

    To pulse with all things

    as my heart races in rhythm

    to my inner drum

    beat.

    To wake what lies inside sleeping until it is disturbed

    wrestled awake by the shake of my hips

    rattle of my bones

    slither of my arms

    As I dance, I soar without wings
     ~Christine



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