Yoga Tube

The Steam and the Coffee and the Morning Light

LEASBURG DAM SP, NM—From my journal

Date: February 12, 2013 7:16 AM 

Yoga Tube

After a long 5am introspection, I got out of bed to do my yoga (I alternate between exercise days (25 pushups, crunches, and squats) and yoga days (5 sun salutations)).

Today, as I stood in the first pose (standing straight, hands in a child’s prayer position), I suddenly found myself doing the “tube meditation” which was a part of my “staying in Oneness” meditation that I used during my awakening, but standing rather than sitting. (Edit for readers: The “Earth Phase” of this meditation.)

I stood there, and with each inhalation, I imagined an air bubble rising up from the ground, through the feet, up the spine, and cresting at the top of my head. On exhale, the bubble would burst above my crown.

I did this for a few minutes—not just visualizing it, but feeling it. It was physically affecting my body as my stance would become more stable with each inhalation (your feet are butted together, making this stance a bit unstable).

I then did a single, slow sun salutation.

Moments later, as I poured hot water over my mornings coffee’ grounds, the sunlight streamed in the window and caught the steam gently swirling in a beautiful dance, only to disappear and unite with the air and I thought,

“That is how I feel right at this moment… both separate and one with the world—a living, breathing being somehow living in both worlds simultaneously.”

I’m going to have to practice that stance/meditation more often.

What Would She Do?

Sluice Wheel Over A Dry Riverbed

LEASBURG DAM SP, NM—How do you bring your mystic vision into the real world? How do you practice nonduality at work? How is a sage supposed to operate in a business environment?

When dealing with others, when operating in their “real world,” I try to open up to the Radiant Level and then ask myself, “What does She want me to do?”

From my journal…

Date: January 31, 2013 4:37 PM 

Why Try?

Jim wants to do a phone app for SO, but I’m convinced it is a mistake (logic, gut feeling, Her). I think using a browser and a web version is the smarter and safer way to go but he seems to be sold on the idea.

From a logical perspective, why should I care? Work is work, I get paid the same rate either way.

But still, I told him what I know and (more importantly (at least to me)) what I feel. I probably pushed my opinion farther than I should, but now I’m OK releasing it.

My path is the path of least resistance, which is the path of Taoism, which of course is also Her path.


Flying and Perspectives


Date: January 25, 2013 4:28 PM 

Flying and Perspectives

Jeff (my brother) ended up buying the airplane and landed it here in Deming yesterday afternoon. This morning we went for a brief flight before he headed back to the skies and down to FL.

We flew over the park and around the mountains that surround my camp and I was struck by how different everything looks from up here.

Driving back to my rig, I was once again struck by how different this “car view” was from the aerial view, and, on my hike, how different the “walking view” is from the other two.

All three views of the same place. All with their own unique beauty.

This reminded me of the unique beauty of each of the four levels:

  • Emptiness with its vastness and unity
  • Radiance with its flowing love and light
  • Soul with its appreciation of the fleeting temporary
  • Mortal with its many desires

All seeing the same world, yet all seeing it so vastly different.

Each view with their own different perspectives of Beauty.

No Connection, Only Connection


Date: January 23, 2013 9:04 AM 

No Connection, Only Connection

My MiFi card wasn’t connecting, so I went for a walk after breakfast. I crested a hill and the low morning sun lit up a barbed wire fence. Off in the distance, the dust plume of a car, speeding down a dirt road, rose gracefully in the air as the driver hurried to his destination.

I’d catch my mind, filled with concern for my parents and sister back in FL, and I let all that noise go, having decided—with Mom’s consul yesterday—to hold off on returning to FL to “fix” things.

As the thoughts faded, I’d open my heart and share this world with Her, opening to allow Her to see all Her Beauty. We’d hear our footsteps and feel the connection of this body with the Earth and smile as a bevy of quail rushed through the underbrush. We listened to the sound of our breathing as we climbed a rise and, on approaching the end of the path, watched as a column of fence posts came into alignment then shifted apart as our perspective changed.

We reached the main road and walked down the center line and up the hill, back to camp. I let Her go then and stepped through the door, sat down at this laptop and wrote these words.

Now I Know Why

PANCHO VILLA SP, NM—Well, I know why She sent me here. Right across the street from the park is a little auto repair place run by these two Mexican guys. Since I’ve decided to hold off on the van idea until I get a little more savings built up and a good head start on the book(s), I figured it was a good time to get the brakes done on my truck.

Total cost to have both brake rotors replaced, new bearing, new brake pads, and an oil change: $250—at least half what I’d pay in a non-border town.

I also had a pair of computer glasses made up in Mexico. Again, about half what I’d pay in a non-border town: $75 out the door.

So I figured by Her sending me down here, I saved at least $350, probably more.

She works in mysterious ways. The trick is to learn how to hear Her whispers—and the hardest part—how to listen to them.

I Don’t Know Why

PANCHO VILLA SP, NM—When my propane ran out after only five days, I knew it was time to move camp and find an electric site so that I could use my electric heater. They said on the news that it was colder here today than it was in Anchorage, Alaska.

As I left the park, I said a goodbye to Roger, a fellow nomad and photographer who I happened across yesterday. He said he knew me and follows my blog. He said he also knew Glenn and was wearing a hat that said, “Live Simply” and I thought Glenn should have some hats made up that said, “To Simplify”.

After washing a load of laundry and buying some supplies in Deming, I drove south to Columbus and set up camp at Pancho Villa State Park. I don’t know why, since there is nothing around here but the tiny border town of Columbus.

But She told me to come here and I listened.

After setting up camp, I drove the three miles to the border and walked across for some dinner and margaritas.

While eating, a Mexican family came into the largely empty restaurant and a young woman with the party occasionally made eye contact. She reminded me of Zoriaya, a Colombian woman I dated for a few years.

As I went up to pay the bill, she walked up to the exit and examined the guest register there. I knew she wanted me to talk to her… but I didn’t. I don’t know why.