lunar-amethyst
svint:

steepyoursoul:

sunny-yogi:

Here is a mini yoga master list on yoga for curing anxiety and depression. I’m not a therapist but I know yoga can help alleviate anxiety and depression symptoms.  I hope this can help at least one person.  Whatever you may be going through, remember that it’s only temporary and things will get better soon.  Remember to be sunny☀
Yoga Videos
Yoga For the Winter Blues- Yoga For Depression
Stress Release Yoga | Mellow Out Anxiety
Yoga for Anxiety- Stress Management - Relief Flow (60 Min.)
Guided Meditation for Anxiety and Obsessive Thoughts
Move & Groove Vinyasa Flow Yoga W/ Music (25 minutes) 
Yoga For Stress, Anxiety, and Depression
Easy Stress Relief Yoga
Yoga to Make You Happy, Relaxing Beginners Routine for Stress & Depression
Emotional Detox Yoga Sequence
Yoga to Make you Happy
Yoga for Stress & Anxiety
YIN Yoga for Cramps, Anxiety, and Insomnia
Guided Meditations 
Chopra Guided Meditations
Fragrant Heart Guided Meditations for Healing
Meditation for Depression
Depression Lifting
Music to Relax To: Most of these are soothing sounds that can last up to 10 hours! Lay down and take a few deep breaths while listening to these soothing sounds.
Vital Energy
Soft Piano
3 Hours of Ocean, Flute, and Piano
Tibetan Healing Sounds
Relaxing Sounds with Water
Gentle River
Reiki Zen Meditation
Remember to smile :)

THIS IS IMPORTANT

eeeee rebloging for future reference. need to try guided meditations.

svint:

steepyoursoul:

sunny-yogi:

Here is a mini yoga master list on yoga for curing anxiety and depression. I’m not a therapist but I know yoga can help alleviate anxiety and depression symptoms.  I hope this can help at least one person.  Whatever you may be going through, remember that it’s only temporary and things will get better soon.  Remember to be sunny

Yoga Videos

Guided Meditations 

Music to Relax To: Most of these are soothing sounds that can last up to 10 hours! Lay down and take a few deep breaths while listening to these soothing sounds.

Remember to smile :)

THIS IS IMPORTANT

eeeee rebloging for future reference. need to try guided meditations.

momordi
awk-sauced:

melthedestroyer:

coffeebuddha:

fujisalci:

i write sins not shopping receipts

Oh,  Well imagine,  As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store, And I can’t help but to hear,  No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words: “What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker. “And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”

I CHIME WITH HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF
STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO

I just peed myself

awk-sauced:

melthedestroyer:

coffeebuddha:

fujisalci:

i write sins not shopping receipts

Oh,
Well imagine,
As I’m pacing the aisles in a small corner store,
And I can’t help but to hear,
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:
“What a beautiful melon! What a beautiful melon!” says a patron to a stocker.
“And yes, but what a shame, what a shame we’re not getting in any more.”

I CHIME WITH HAVEN’T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF

STOCKING THE GODDAMN STORE, NO

I just peed myself

cosmichicken
cosmichicken:

earthtoalex:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
— Carl Sagan

Bravo

cosmichicken:

earthtoalex:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan

Bravo