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19h30-20h45 Vinyasa Flow

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9h00-10h15 Yin Yang

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9h00-10h15 Vinyasa Flow

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This body holds the Universe. The Universe holds t

This body holds the Universe. The Universe holds this body.

When you step onto your mat, close your eyes. Draw your awareness to the portal of your abdomen, just inches above your pubic bone. Inhale, insufflate source energy into your core. Feel how your energy expands and morphs into the form of this body.

As you practice, eyes closed, tether your awareness to the energy source that you are. As the breath of spirit moves in, notice how you fill the space and morph into the posture that this body yearns to express. Be that malleable form, not the fixed posture/asana, not even the body which is limited in structure. Experience through the senses, intuiting, feeling, seeing, sensing, hearing, and knowing.

Dance, rejoice, expand, contract, feel and experience life through this extraordinary journey of being human until you draw your energy back to Source.
#sourceenergy #abrahamhicks #space #universe #youareeverything #transformation #yogainspiration #lifeofadventure #humanexperience #spiritualawakening #joy #lakeleman #o2yogabreathelife

At the moment of the primordial explosion of creat

At the moment of the primordial explosion of creation, infinite fragments of Source showered the sky like meteorites of light. Each filament of light was destined to ‘’temporarily’’ inhabit and enliven the vessel or container you call ‘’my body’’.

Arriving on the in-breath and departing on the out-breath, this body becomes your resting place, your sacred home, where you take form.

From the perspective of this body, you are a visitor passing through. The length of your visit is predetermined and yet unknown to the mind.

As you insufflate your presence, be it light, air, life force, Source energy, or consciousness into this body, the gift of life is granted. In return, this body grants you a palpable incarnated shape to experience humanness.

Living a very human experience with ebbs and flows, the mind becomes foggy and you lose sight that you are what insufflates this body and not the body itself. Without you, the essence of you, this body is a mass of matter without life. And yet, without this human body, your temporary home, you are an immeasurable, yet formless, flowing source of eternal energy.

Always remember,
You are Spirit. You are the Essence. You are the Breath that infuses life into matter. You are the Light that lights the light bulb. You are the Water that moves through the riverbeds. You are the Air that gives shape to the balloon.

A light bulb is just a glass bulb without the light that makes it shine. A balloon is a lifeless piece of rubber without the air that fills it. A riverbed is a limited ravine of dirt without the water that flows. And yet, these containers are the necessary holding places for essence to materialize. Experience your being as the source of energy morphing and living through the humanness of this body.

Dance, rejoice, expand, contract, feel and experience life through this extraordinary journey of being human until you draw your energy back to Source.

#sourceenergy #abrahamhicks #truthbetold #transformation #appreciation #rejoice

You are the light that lights the light bulb. You

You are the light that lights the light bulb. You are the air that fills the balloon. You are the water that fills the rivers.

You are the eternal essence that takes shape in this body, in this moment and in this life.
Breathe into the space.

This week we are taking form in the essence that we are through an intuitive practice O2 Yoga Breathe Life.
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#yogainspiration #form #light #essence #o2yogabreathelife #kamalya #yourlight

Perdu dans mes pensées, je me suis promené dans

Perdu dans mes pensées, je me suis promené dans la rue principale à la recherche d'un café. À quelques pas devant moi, une femme d'âge moyen aux cheveux bruns emmêlés discutait sans cesse. Comme elle semblait être seule et que c'était avant l'heure des téléphones portables, je me suis demandé avec qui elle pouvait bien parler. Je l'ai suivie jusqu'à ce qu'elle disparaisse dans le marché local. Plus elle parlait vite, plus elle s'animait et plus ses mains volaient à droite et à gauche. J'ai augmenté ma cadence pour la suivre dans l'espoir de retenir un mot ou deux. C'était un méli-mélo de mots. Je me suis rappelé que Santa Barbara était le refuge de nombreux sans-abri qui arpentaient les rues à la recherche de réconfort. Elle était certainement de cette tribu - les solitaires qui se tiennent compagnie parce qu'ils n'ont pas vraiment le choix.

Elle a disparu et a laissé le bruit des voitures qui passaient et le ping-pong de mes pensées, qui oscillaient entre jugement et intrigue. Comment pouvait-elle marcher nonchalamment dans la rue principale en baragouinant sans se soucier que quelqu'un l'entende ?

Le café Sojourner était au coin de la rue. Le café était presque vide. J'ai trouvé une petite table dans le coin arrière où je pouvais écrire. Perdu à nouveau dans mes pensées, j'ai écrit et écrit jusqu'à ce que j'entende une voix familière. J'ai levé les yeux et elle était assise à la table à côté de moi. Elle était assise en train de siroter un verre d'eau du robinet, complètement absorbée dans une conversation animée avec elle et son self. J'ai dû rire et puis ça m'a frappé. L'humble réalisation de la question-

A quel point nous sommes différents ? A quel point est-elle différente de la plupart d'entre nous, citoyens bien élevés ? Si nous sommes franchement honnêtes, n'avons-nous pas des conversations élaborées dans notre esprit entre le moi, le moi et le moi ? Combien de fois sommes-nous si distraits par ces conversations permanentes que nous brûlons les feux de signalisation, oublions les noms des gens et laissons la vie nous échapper ? Et, ne croyons-nous pas ces histoires que nous racontons intérieurement comme étant la seule vérité ?

La seule ⬇️

Lost in thought, I strolled down Main Street in se

Lost in thought, I strolled down Main Street in search of a coffee shop. A few steps in front of me, a middle-aged woman with tangled brown hair was chatting on and on. Because she appeared to be alone and it was BCE cell phones, I wondered who she could be possibly talking with. I followed her until she disappeared into the local market. The faster she talked the more she became animated and the more her hands flew right and left. I upped my cadence to keep up with her in hopes of retaining a word or two. It was a mishmash of words. I reminded myself that Santa Barbara was the haven for many homeless people that adorned the streets in search of comfort. She was certainly from that tribe- the lonely ones that keep themselves company because they don't have much of a choice.

She disappeared and left the sound of passing cars and ping-ponging back and forth of my thoughts, inquisitively weaving in and out between judgment and intrigue. How could she nonchalantly walk down Main Street gibbering without caring if anyone heard?

The Sojourner café was around the corner. The café was close to empty. I found a tiny table in the back corner where I could write. Lost again in thought, I wrote and wrote until I heard a familiar voice. I looked up and sitting at the table next to me was her. She sat sipping a glass of tap water completely engrossed in an animated conversation with her and her Self. I had to laugh and then it hit me. The humbling realization of inquiry-

How different are we? How different is she from most of us well-behaved citizens? If we are rawly honest, don’t we have elaborate conversations in our minds between the I, me, and myself? How often are we so distracted by these ongoing conversations that we run traffic lights, forget people's names, and let life pass us by? And, don't we believe these stories that we internally narrate as the only truth?

The only difference that I could discern, was this woman dared to voice her thoughts and inadvertently hear them, witness them, and possibly see the absurdity of most and let them go. Whereas, my chatter and yours, spiral unconsciously into the dark corners of our minds haunting our sleep and ⬇️

When you wakeup from your illusional deep sleep, y

When you wakeup from your illusional deep sleep, you are naturally confronted with all sorts of feelings and sensations that you didn't know existed. At the beginning, it can feel quite destabilising, even scary, like you are falling apart and loosing control. You will grasp onto what you can, the buoys that the mind have always provided for a sense of ''I got this!'' but this time they won't serve you.

This is waking up to You. These ''new'' sensations aren't new but frozen within the depths of your being and have always been at your service.

Waking up is the process of defrosting and shedding. Know that you are on the right path. These new sensations and feelings are the language of your inherent compass of truth. It might take a few breaths to let in, let go and let flow but the more you meet your new language the more it whispers your truth and infinite wisdom. Wakeup. #wakeup #illusion #truth #pathfinders #transformation #kamalya #sensations #listen #feel#o2yogabreathelife #breathing#sensations #yogainspiration #maya #growth #infinite #wisdom

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