not really on the topic of yoga. but actually, actually it is. karma yoga – things that you do. actions you take, and not take.
it also relates to the relativity of one’s suffering, doesn’t it? I have been quite badly depressed last days, feeling lonely and abandoned. but as I pray for my strength and wellbeing, I pray for strength and wellbeing of other people too. they don’t deserve to suffer, they haven’t done anything wrong. I, also, don’t deserve to be in pain. yet, we are. I am not comparing what I feel to what it must feel to live in constant fear for your life, for the lives of your loved ones, experiencing the horrors of war. hopefully, I will never have to experience that… I will dedicate my yoga class today and the positive energy I will create to all those who suffer.

may I be healthy, may you be healthy, may we all be healthy.
may I be happy, may you be happy, may we all be happy.
may I be well, may you be well, may we all be well.

Warghetti

Every time they start bombing Gaza again, I think about how this new list of casualties are all people who survived the last round and the one before it, and the one before it. They huddled in doorways, in hallways, in bathrooms, in those places you’re taught to shelter when you have no shelter; they held each other, they prayed, they probably laughed or cried hysterically at one point; they drank (water, tea, alcohol), they played grim-faced rounds of cards during nights that never seemed to end; they clutched well-worn talismans or repeated certain phrases or recreated patterns of movement that they hoped were ritual enough to help ward off the bombs. And they waited. And waited.

(I know this waiting, I remember this waiting, this sustained vibration of the body as you work to hold yourself together, to hold yourself to a single point in space as the world…

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