Thursday, January 22, 2015

Psyche of a city, NYC

New York, a city where the world comes together, a city as per Frank Sinatra "that never sleeps".  

My favourite pastime to walk, observe, to connect as I disconnect.  This city and it's vibe are great for doing just that.  In some cafés I notice the pictures of this city from years bygone.  I run into people who say they are born here, many generations living in the city.  A lineage of families who established and operated a small business.   The tradition seems to continue with the young entrepreneurs operating the organic cafés, tea, coffee and juice bars.  I have not dived into the history of these owners as a part of me would like to believe that they were inspired by the lineage of business owners, or maybe they belong to such a family.  

And then the glitter and the glamour or brand name stores, the "designer" brand.  New York would certainly be the place to buy products that are leading the fashion industry.   

I sit up on the third floor of the Time Warner Center.  I hear the strong local accent in the conversation between two women at the nearby table.  I think how similar we all are in our connecting, in the relating, how we share our life stories as well as the life stories of common friends.  Yes it boils down to stories.  We are all story tellers.  Sometimes we live to tell, and at times we tell and share, it
makes us feel alive.  

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

January happenings...

took me to UK to visit family and friends.  The days were a whirlwind, conversations, eating and catching up.  A day trip to London, followed by a few hours in the local mall where I reconnected with friends after four years of first meeting them.  The power of technology and social networks keeps us all connected.

This year, the personal intention for me is to be what I fondly refer to as "a sugar sabbatical", staying away from desserts and chocolates and candy.  So far its been doable, some hidden sugar is packaged goods I am overlooking.  Honey, yes I love my honey in tea so there, I am in a good place of living out this intention.

I spent a day with my family in Toronto, middle of the afternoon we met, the grand-babies my delight.  There life continues to remind me how fortunate I am, a gratitude to continue in my heart and in all interactions.

Yoga continues in life, and has brought me to New York City.  Here I continue to share space where we practice, eat and sleep.  Jason has opened his home for us to hang our hats and share our practice of asana, meditation and philosophy of yoga.  

New York always brings new surprises, new friends, old renewals and this time a poignant nostalgia.  Some friends move on with their life, leaving memories in places, where once shared was laughter and joy.  


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2015 - Peace, in our hearts, in our lives, and in this world



A woman prays during New Year celebrations at Jogye Buddhist temple in Seoul, South Korea, Thursday, 1 January 2015.A woman prays during new year celebrations at Jogye Buddhist temple in Seoul, South Korea



Monday, November 24, 2014

Closing time in Costa Rica

A month ago I came back to Costa Rica.   Reunion, catching up, and then three weeks of time spent in teacher training.   Two known and three new students.   Through the long hours, we kept on our path.  A yogi friend came from New York and infused new energy into our students.  We spent a weekend, watching barriers fall and fears overcome, as Jason played yoga, flying was the theme of the weekend.   The final practice, the written assessments and the graduation ceremony.   Smiles and changes so noticeable.

Now its time to return home.  

I leave here this evening, and tomorrow I fly back home.   I have done what was mine to do.  A committment met.   The new yoga teachers will share their learnings and I will take back some new memories, new friendships.

I learned how to make pottery.  A fun day spent learning, laughing, and using the clay as facial mask.  Over two days we learned how to make pottery, saw it being "baked" and watched the final pieces emerge.  We had a great teacher, he laughed at our jokes, understanding the punch line even though there was a language barrier.  

We sat and chatted, I will carry and remember the feeling of being relaxed, as we watched the rising flames.   A fire being both a symbol of releasing and of creating. 





Thursday, November 6, 2014

From Rancho Margot - Costa Rica

Landing at the Juan Santa Maria airport I felt the wramth of the country and its people seeping into me.  I had decided to be courageous and find my way to the ranch.  Renting a car, getting lost enroute and slowly making my way out of the city traffic towards the mountains.   I took in sights differently.  I was both thte driver and the passenger, not even music filled my space.   Although at times it felt i was taking the wrong turn yet the drive over and around the hilly terrain, with nature as the backdrop, filled my senses and somehow assured me that i was on my path.

As always the warmth of family and friends nourishes the soul.  

We have a group of students eager to absorb what we share with them.   The yoga teacher training is into its ninth day.    The learning and the sharing continues.   A trip to the hot springs allowed the bodies and the mind to absorb the nutrients from the hot water that flows from the volcano.  The food here is cooked fresh, the three meals and the daily supply of fresh cookies nurture the body.  Yoga through out the day brings it all together, the mind, body, and the spirit.   

The volunteers and the guests are part of the 'theme' as they too share their time with us, over meals or coffee and during the yoga sessions.

As I share these thoughts, I sense a calmness around.  This full moon effect seems lighter, although wet as we are having our share of rains in this rainforest.  

Baston del emperador

Study of the energy bodies