Devotion: The Heart of Hanuman

Rama and Sita in Hanuman's Heart. 

Hanuman is the monkey god, a vanara, and one of the most popular characters in Hindu mythology, showing up as a main character in Valmiki's classic Ramayana. I love these stories because they are vivid, colorful, powerful and insightful. Like Jesus, Hindu deities are not perfect, but perfectly carry out their aim and purpose. Here's a brief explanation of the story behind this picture of Hanuman showing Rama and Sita deep within his heart: Hanuman has retrieved Rama's love, Sita, from the grips of Lord Ravana, as well as served to facilitate the victory of Rama and his forces over Ravana.
Sita, is graciously handing out valuable gifts to those who have served Rama and brought about this great win. Hanuman is handed a necklace of glittering gemstones (or pearls depending on the storyteller), looks at it, then puts the stones in his mouth, chews them up, then spits them out. He says that he has no need of those jewels because Rama in not in them and all he needs is Rama. 
Those around him begin to taunt him, calling him ungrateful, and questioning why he wouldn't want to wear something of Rama's on his body. 
"Rama is IN my body! My heart is full!” And he tears open his heart to reveal the image of Rama and Sita there, representations of transcendent, divine love, and the union and balance of the masculine and feminine within us all.

Do you know the yoga pose that is named after Hanuman? If so, let me know! Send a photo of you or someone you know through text or tag @jennifer_jennette_ or @livinginleela

Jai Hanuman!

Yoga for Countering Oppression

The issue of racism is so close to my heart because growing up it never made sense to me (I was very fortunate to go to school with friends of all colors) but also because I was a girl, am a woman, which has it's own baggage of systemic oppression and cultural conditioning which limits the full flowering of society’s potential.

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Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon which cuts without wounding and
ennobles the man who wields it.

It is a sword that heals.

— Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

How can work together to raise awareness about systemic oppression and the power of introspection to lead us to love in action in order to bring about an inclusive, respectful, united nation and world. As Dr. King said, "Love wins." Love and light always prevail, even after the darkest of times.

Why, when there is only one race, the human race, is the system is so slow to change?

The reason is deep. Human beings are complicated. In order to support healing and unity, we individuals must look deeply inside ourselves to see how we are internally divided. Doing this gives us a clue. Observing how we limit, shame, reject and abuse ourselves with our own thoughts and actions is the practice of Yoga. Ignorance, contrary to the popular saying, is the opposite of bliss because it allows us to turn away from reality the of suffering, our own and that of others.

But when we see clearly how we argue with and turn on ourselves (usually in the moment just before we shame or blame another), we expand in consciousness which leads to compassion and change.

Then we move into the experience of Yoga through Ahimsa, or not-harming, which extends from our core out into the world.

A couple of links, especially for my white bothers and sisters who may not fully grasp “why it’s still an issue” “after all this time”…

If you haven't read The Making of a Racist by Charles Dew, I encourage you to do so.  Click here or on the image for a free download: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uievVFzR7q4

If you haven't read The Making of a Racist by Charles Dew, I encourage you to do so.

Click here or on the image for a free download: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uievVFzR7q4

Also, I think it's amazing how Rod Serling's speech (Rod Serling was the creator of The Twilight Zone and Planet of the Apes) at UCLA in 1966 could have easily been given yesterday. So relevant to our current social situation.

Here's the link: https://youtu.be/PyJUwZ0k-JQ

Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.

— Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

And an excerpt from MLK's Letter from Birmingham jail and a link to the whole thing: https://web.cn.edu/kwheeler/documents/Letter_Birmingham_Jail.pdf

"We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have never yet engaged in a direct-action movement that was "well timed" according to the timetable of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word "wait." It rings in the ear of every Negro with a piercing familiarity. This "wait" has almost always meant "never." It has been a tranquilizing thalidomide, relieving the emotional stress for a moment, only to give birth to an ill-formed infant of frustration.

We must come to see with the distinguished jurist of yesterday that "justice too long delayed is justice denied." We have waited for more than three hundred and forty years for our God-given and constitutional rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jet-like speed toward the goal of political independence, and we still creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward the gaining of a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. I guess it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say "wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick, brutalize, and even kill your black brothers and sisters with impunity; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she cannot go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her little eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky, and see her begin to distort her little personality by unconsciously developing a bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son asking in agonizing pathos, "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger" and your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and when your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never knowing what to expect next, and plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodyness" -- then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over and men are no longer willing to be plunged into an abyss of injustice where they experience the bleakness of corroding despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience."

New Year Food Fest

This end of beginning of year has me watching Samin Nosrat’s Netflix series “Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat” based on her book by the same name exploring and explaining the essentials of great cooking. 

I was particularly inspired to make focaccia with organic, cold-pressed olive oil using the method of the Legurians  - they have the best olive oil apparently. Check out this link for Italian Olive Oil http://www.myitalianoliveoil.com/en/content/7-taggiasca-ligure

Anyway, some Brussels sprouts sunshine popped out New Year’s Day and paired delightfully with the crunchy, salty, oily Italian bread. The recipe follows... as well as a beautiful, energetic rendition of the Gayatri mantra. 

“Oh, radiant one, represented by the sun,  

who are within me, guide me, lighting the  path in which I walk with Divine truth “

Listen while you work!  :)  https://open.spotify.com/track/1Dp5G5V1Ecii1EWrmsTh3T?si=ycZWyK5xQG-j6iztxDSDzw

Sunshine Brussels Sprouts Salad

Sunshine Brussels Sprouts Salad

  Shredded brussels sprouts, finely sliced red onion, sliced toasted almonds, currants (you could also add kiwi and green apple as I did in my second batch). The plate in the picture is lined with peers and green apple.

 Citrus vinaigrette  

Olive oil, champagne vinegar, the juice of one lemon and the juice of one tangerine or orange, Dijon mustard, garlic, a touch of honey, and salt and pepper to taste.