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The practice of Heart Yoga is the quiet, unassuming, constant light in my life…

Whenever I can, I practice on the low-tide beaches of the Southern Gold Coast in Queensland Australia – Currumbin Alley, Currumbin, Flat Rock, Tugun, Kirra, Greenmount and Duranbah.

Recently, after a practice under the enormous blue springtime sky at Kirra, I noticed the shapes, patterns and rhythms my body left in the sand. And I began to wonder whether not only might my breathing and practice be nourishing internal sacredness within my body but also creating ephemeral sacred spaces on the beaches where I practice.

Leaning Into The Ether

There is a beach where the sound of the sea
speaks peace
Where the infinite sky remembers
and every grain of sand welcomes the feet, the paws, the claws, the life that press upon them.
That's where I join the tides and the sun
to craft patterns, rhythms, ephemeral shrines with my hands, feet, body, breath;
wondering if, in this most secular city
one can move energy in ways that conjure up cathedrals amongst the rocks.
Inhaling into pain, the resistance like a miracle,
exhales in tandem and we dance
a tango I think,
elegant in hats and heels
In our wake remain the whispers of devotion.
Until high tide they murmur, extending
petals, sticks, shells and pebbles within a ghostly
series of steps for passersby with
an open eye.
After the last stretch I retreat to the big black boulder
press my back against its sun-drenched surface,
Akasha: I lean into the ether and sing.
Pictured is the author, Sally MacKinnon

Sally MacKinnon: Sally struggles with biographical descriptions and labels for herself these days (apologies!) She lives in a small rainforested mountain community in South East Queensland Australia on a family property with her son, sisters and mother, a flock of chooks and ducks, and a trio of hilarious dogs of varying ages. She is a soul surfer (ha, a label!) with a grand and lifelong love of the ocean, the beach, the sand, the sun, the sky. Her authentic voice emerges through poetry. You may connect with Sally on Facebook here, or e-mail her 

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