So this is my first post. I'm sitting here, nursing my baby. I wish I could speak to her in a higher state of consciousness, since she can not speak words yet. She can babble, or cry. And crying is a sound I'm not too fond of. I have been breastfeeding for 11 months now, to the day. I don't know when I'll stop. Breast-milk is like a nectar of the gods/goddesses, sent straight from the cosmos.
Here is the continuation of the highlights from our pow-wow with Hari Kaur Khalsa, a distinguished Kundalini Yoga teacher and author from New York City.
In this excerpt, Hari shares with us the four cycles of a woman’s life according to her teachings, and how the energy of spring relates and is reflected in each of them.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
