the eagles soar, between the clouds and the sky…i take a puff on my menthol cigarette, smoking is considered yet another "bad for you"…
before the morning yoga, Jackson comes up to me and says "yoga mama, you always ask everyone how they are doing, today I want to ask you"…i accept the hug, my eyes fill up…woooooooo, is that all it takes to touch the source of this fountain, a hug, a touch, a concern from the heart…
the teacher training coming close to finish line…the two students say they have gone deep, lots of stuff surfacing…
i take my last puff, before the 10 am anatomy session, where we will breathe out the toxins…
a comment once made to me, "you go too deep in a yoga session, bring into people's awareness stuff that is lying buried"…yesterday the guest who released as i lay hands on her shoulder, she has a lightness about her…
i just hold space, there is no label, no judgement…
sometimes i love, as in a deep connection, my soul loves, i long and yearn to touch to feel the closeness the intimacy….i choose those who are unreachable, untouchable… as if through my love, i can invoke in them to love, could it be me, no se...i smile through my tears and glide away... i find other eagles and we soar to the limitless expanse of the blue sky...
a place to park thoughts and ideas....... the people and places.......encountered in the journey of life.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
November rains, YTT and Hot Springs...
Halfway into our teacher training program, we decided today was a great day to soak into the minerals of the hot springs...
off we went to Baldis…
we continued our discussion on the koshas (energy sheaths) and meditation continued…we also managed a guided meditation in the warm water, invoking Saraswati, the goddess of creation to guide and heal…
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Day 12 of YTT...
The last 10 days have been a time to re-visit the "nuts and bolts" of a yoga practice…what is yoga, it is unique to each individual yet tied together with the sutras, the threads of yoga philosophy…it is what each of us brings to an immersion, of days filled with yoga and more yoga…
Asanas are the aspect of yoga, for some of us the awareness, that our body is the vehicle through which our self or soul expresses its existence. One of the "contract" or "commitment" that we make to ourselves, as part of the yoga Niyama is Tapas or "self-discipline"…what an important component of any commitment, to any goal...
I look around the casa, the poster paper with notes and highlights of information, the yoga mats strewn across the floor, the cushions and books spread out…candles and incense, mantras and tea cups, presence and absence, filled and empty….
Standing in the middle of the bar, as we change the venue for our philosophy session, and i am engrossed in explaining the "bandhas" or the locks that we open in our body, through awareness and breath, through the balance of structure and softness; i look up across and someone is copying my warrior 1 pose….i laugh, yes yoga does become the life, on and off the mat…its intoxicating, its addictive, you are drawn unable to resist, you get a high…i look at the two wonderful students, they look at me as their coach and mentor…they have made a resolve to be on this journey, trusting me and this space to allow them to dive deep, swim through the currents of their pasts, belief and conditionings, and come out transformed, from a "caterpillar to a butterfly". This feeling like a caterpillar with all this information wrapped around her, and knowing she will emerge transformed, was the analogy given by Sandy. Jen said "its like a door opened, and i walked in"…
and we continue, with our 6 am meditation, 7 am yoga, followed by philosophy, exploring the energy centres, tying it all together in our morning 2 hour sessions, and re-grouping for 3 hours of asana practice; each asana broken down to its smallest and fullest aspect. we meet again for an hour or two in the evening to wrap up the day…
this is our time, our life, each moment…
when the days are done, who will we be? a little clearer, able to smile through our tears, hold our head up, feel the ground beneath our feet, take the light we see, hold a torch close to our hearts and continue on our journey of sharing yoga, sharing the love, living each "ordinary moment as extraordinary"….
Asanas are the aspect of yoga, for some of us the awareness, that our body is the vehicle through which our self or soul expresses its existence. One of the "contract" or "commitment" that we make to ourselves, as part of the yoga Niyama is Tapas or "self-discipline"…what an important component of any commitment, to any goal...
I look around the casa, the poster paper with notes and highlights of information, the yoga mats strewn across the floor, the cushions and books spread out…candles and incense, mantras and tea cups, presence and absence, filled and empty….
Standing in the middle of the bar, as we change the venue for our philosophy session, and i am engrossed in explaining the "bandhas" or the locks that we open in our body, through awareness and breath, through the balance of structure and softness; i look up across and someone is copying my warrior 1 pose….i laugh, yes yoga does become the life, on and off the mat…its intoxicating, its addictive, you are drawn unable to resist, you get a high…i look at the two wonderful students, they look at me as their coach and mentor…they have made a resolve to be on this journey, trusting me and this space to allow them to dive deep, swim through the currents of their pasts, belief and conditionings, and come out transformed, from a "caterpillar to a butterfly". This feeling like a caterpillar with all this information wrapped around her, and knowing she will emerge transformed, was the analogy given by Sandy. Jen said "its like a door opened, and i walked in"…
and we continue, with our 6 am meditation, 7 am yoga, followed by philosophy, exploring the energy centres, tying it all together in our morning 2 hour sessions, and re-grouping for 3 hours of asana practice; each asana broken down to its smallest and fullest aspect. we meet again for an hour or two in the evening to wrap up the day…
this is our time, our life, each moment…
when the days are done, who will we be? a little clearer, able to smile through our tears, hold our head up, feel the ground beneath our feet, take the light we see, hold a torch close to our hearts and continue on our journey of sharing yoga, sharing the love, living each "ordinary moment as extraordinary"….
Saturday, October 29, 2011
in the early hours...
i awake to life to a sensing, this sensing is all i know.
there is space, and there is an emptiness, there is life…
who is living, who is feeling, who is sensing…
unite the attention to the awareness, marry the awareness to its breath,
breathe in the intoxication of the silence within, and the light called life…
i fill my jar, with thoughts, with feelings and action, then i seek the other to help carry this load….
and it dawns, "empty your jar into the ultimate lightness of Being"...
there is space, and there is an emptiness, there is life…
who is living, who is feeling, who is sensing…
unite the attention to the awareness, marry the awareness to its breath,
breathe in the intoxication of the silence within, and the light called life…
i fill my jar, with thoughts, with feelings and action, then i seek the other to help carry this load….
and it dawns, "empty your jar into the ultimate lightness of Being"...
Sunday, October 16, 2011
a day in life...
soft sound of the falling rain, i look through each rain stream, its like i am looking through a veil…i reflect on my day.
seeing a bird trapped in the room, how slowly should i move so as not to scare the bird, and yet get to the windows, so there is a way out…we manage, the bird flys off…
the sliding doors, i see a butterfly, struggling to get out, the glass is in the way…okay take a deep breath, and be very still, reach the hand towards the butterfly and somehow slowly invite it to trust you and come on your hand…many flutters later it lands on my finger…i am mesmerised, the wings are closed and its has the same markings of a "snake' look on its wing tips, as the picture i saw a few weeks back. i take my hand out the door, and wait, some beautiful moments before i shake my hand slightly indicating to the butterfly that its free...
later at yoga i feel something under my feet, its a little sparkle that has found me, i place it on my third eye...
the moments unfold, i read a chapter from the book "women who run with the wolves", i smile at the message, writers are so beautiful in their articulation, its inspiring....
the day passes, a drive to Nouveau Arenal to pick up Cade and meeting and chatting with different people who have dropped by at the ranch...not to forget a nice shoulder rub, i must have pulled a muscle, thanks to Zee and then later Jeremy for easing it away...remind myself that when i am teaching, not to jump in the middle of a shape, i too am human, and susceptible to injury...
the rain continues to fall...i hear music, time to meditate, relax before the 4 pm yoga....
seeing a bird trapped in the room, how slowly should i move so as not to scare the bird, and yet get to the windows, so there is a way out…we manage, the bird flys off…
the sliding doors, i see a butterfly, struggling to get out, the glass is in the way…okay take a deep breath, and be very still, reach the hand towards the butterfly and somehow slowly invite it to trust you and come on your hand…many flutters later it lands on my finger…i am mesmerised, the wings are closed and its has the same markings of a "snake' look on its wing tips, as the picture i saw a few weeks back. i take my hand out the door, and wait, some beautiful moments before i shake my hand slightly indicating to the butterfly that its free...
later at yoga i feel something under my feet, its a little sparkle that has found me, i place it on my third eye...
the moments unfold, i read a chapter from the book "women who run with the wolves", i smile at the message, writers are so beautiful in their articulation, its inspiring....
the day passes, a drive to Nouveau Arenal to pick up Cade and meeting and chatting with different people who have dropped by at the ranch...not to forget a nice shoulder rub, i must have pulled a muscle, thanks to Zee and then later Jeremy for easing it away...remind myself that when i am teaching, not to jump in the middle of a shape, i too am human, and susceptible to injury...
the rain continues to fall...i hear music, time to meditate, relax before the 4 pm yoga....
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