Last conference was an interesting one, more questions popping up among the crowd, and 3 teachers received certification for the year of 2012. It inspired me and felt touched a little, emotions stirring up.
They must have put in great deal of effort and commitment for years.
Someone raised up a question about fear, and how can we manage and handle fear during the practice.
Sharath chuckled and said, " No Fear, No Fun. Fear makes us learn, makes us more courageous, makes us more stronger. Especially during backbends, any backbends; where we face a great deal of fear, which is actually our own fear."
I've always treat fear as self- challenge, a chance for me to grow stronger as i so much want to dissolves any itsy bits of fear inside me. In the process, i do enjoy much when i witness how i expose the fear that i was hiding it sub- consciously. I enjoy backbends as much as i love the lightness in my heart:)
Fear, can be fun.
Fear brushes some colors in our life.
Fear brings us to a junction for a decision to grow or old.
I'm in the progress of digesting it:)
19 December 2012
12 December 2012
TGIM!
Thank Good Its Moonday!
Daily morning practice has been going more smoothly, and more intensely this week. Every practice, very thankful that i do get my drop- back adjusted; if no Sharath himself, it'll be Saraswati ( sharath's mother) or Adam ( student assistant). The first couple of day, i felt all is good... not too sore in the muscles.
Today, this morning, my heart is thumping hard, i was making effort to take long, deep breathing before diving down into the back bend. Adam was stand in front of my, hands lightly touching my lumber spine, as i crossed my arms in front of my chest and swung up and down three times.
With the last deep breath, i dropped back and dangle both of my arms in the mid- air.
Adam gripped my both wrists and led my arms so that i can grabbed my own ankles firmly. I quickly root my heels down, and i could feel my front thighs burning, my butt is heat up, and as much as i can stay in that position, i breath as if my chest was going to explode. No thought could intrude into my mind, accept to breathe.
At the 5th breath, i sprung up slowly, and a train of thoughts entered my mind. While i was making my way to a seated forward bend, and Adam was pressing me from the back to release the soreness... in that 10 breaths of forward bend...i thought:
" Oh gosh, i need a nap... i want some ice blended coffee, i want green tea latte from Starbucks, i need a hot oil massage, i want chocolate, i want coconut water, i just want to do nothing and sleep!"
Phew! Tomorrow is moon day, we get a day rest from the practice. And i'm going to try out the castor oil bath from one of the Ayuvedic Spa here. This is a traditional practice the local do every weekend and moon day. Let's see if i'll like it:)
Daily morning practice has been going more smoothly, and more intensely this week. Every practice, very thankful that i do get my drop- back adjusted; if no Sharath himself, it'll be Saraswati ( sharath's mother) or Adam ( student assistant). The first couple of day, i felt all is good... not too sore in the muscles.
Today, this morning, my heart is thumping hard, i was making effort to take long, deep breathing before diving down into the back bend. Adam was stand in front of my, hands lightly touching my lumber spine, as i crossed my arms in front of my chest and swung up and down three times.
With the last deep breath, i dropped back and dangle both of my arms in the mid- air.
Adam gripped my both wrists and led my arms so that i can grabbed my own ankles firmly. I quickly root my heels down, and i could feel my front thighs burning, my butt is heat up, and as much as i can stay in that position, i breath as if my chest was going to explode. No thought could intrude into my mind, accept to breathe.
At the 5th breath, i sprung up slowly, and a train of thoughts entered my mind. While i was making my way to a seated forward bend, and Adam was pressing me from the back to release the soreness... in that 10 breaths of forward bend...i thought:
" Oh gosh, i need a nap... i want some ice blended coffee, i want green tea latte from Starbucks, i need a hot oil massage, i want chocolate, i want coconut water, i just want to do nothing and sleep!"
Phew! Tomorrow is moon day, we get a day rest from the practice. And i'm going to try out the castor oil bath from one of the Ayuvedic Spa here. This is a traditional practice the local do every weekend and moon day. Let's see if i'll like it:)
10 December 2012
Lift up your head and enjoy the view:)
First, I was looking at the brightest star, slowly; I see a
lot other stars twinkling just as brightly.
Some were neatly in a row, like how close friends are; some are randomly
being there independently. Then, I see more stars gradually appearing, filling
up every space the sky has.
While keeping my eyes busy looking for the next star that
twinkles; there’s a funny kind of calmness residing inside me. And this feeling very much reminds me of how
yoga comes about to me personally--- getting busy with it yet a sense of
tranquility is in there.
Ok, let’s not just
say yoga…. Let’s say basically when we are in a stage of researching more of ourselves.
08 December 2012
Breathing beyond time
These days, i've been listening to different teachers sharing their thoughts on time; and concurrently i jut finish off a book about time ( The Time Keeper by mitch albom)... which makes all the little pieces of jigsaw puzzle making more sense.
A old music teacher who profession in Carnatic music;
Sharath, the teacher i'm practicing with here;
Laskmish, the teacher i attend for philosophy class...
A common point they mentioned all over again and again: Life beyond Time Frame.
The old music teacher mentioned how musicians today try to fit their songs and performances into the given time frame. When the music pieces are adjusted according to the rigidity of the time, the creativity part of the whole music creation disappears.
Similarly, both the yoga teachers pointed that one should practice not first build any time limitation for our own progression. As we travel beyond the hands of the time, we are in the moment, in the present. Neither fear nor hopeful for the future and past.
A old music teacher who profession in Carnatic music;
Sharath, the teacher i'm practicing with here;
Laskmish, the teacher i attend for philosophy class...
A common point they mentioned all over again and again: Life beyond Time Frame.
The old music teacher mentioned how musicians today try to fit their songs and performances into the given time frame. When the music pieces are adjusted according to the rigidity of the time, the creativity part of the whole music creation disappears.
Similarly, both the yoga teachers pointed that one should practice not first build any time limitation for our own progression. As we travel beyond the hands of the time, we are in the moment, in the present. Neither fear nor hopeful for the future and past.
07 December 2012
Bhajan bhajan!
This week is gotta be interesting!
Along the way, i get to know a couple of more people through friends. Though we are not from the same practice shala, there's one thing that brought us together i thought... that's is Music!
First a friend who coming from singapore brought us to a Hindustani music perfomance by where one one her relative is playing the tablah. At the same time, then with one more other friend who are getting into a friendly bhajan competition, this sunday! They were looking for one more person in the group, and there i am, joining them!
I've listen to bhajan, but not sing them. So far so good, i can work my vocal a little maasala way!
We're gonna perform some popular ones: Guru Mata Pita, Krishna Go Vinda Go, and Hari Sundara...
i like them:)
And so, we sat down, from trying out and selecting the songs that we suit the three of us, and a crash course for me. Luckily, Laskshmi is a really great singer, phew! We too invited a pair of father & son, Ganesh and Bharat to accompanying drum beats. Everything should sounds pretty well, huh?
Really thankful for them squeezing there time out ( given how busy Anu's Hut can be), for our little rehearsal last night:)
Alrighto! Let see how the event on Sunday will work out!
Along the way, i get to know a couple of more people through friends. Though we are not from the same practice shala, there's one thing that brought us together i thought... that's is Music!
First a friend who coming from singapore brought us to a Hindustani music perfomance by where one one her relative is playing the tablah. At the same time, then with one more other friend who are getting into a friendly bhajan competition, this sunday! They were looking for one more person in the group, and there i am, joining them!
I've listen to bhajan, but not sing them. So far so good, i can work my vocal a little maasala way!
We're gonna perform some popular ones: Guru Mata Pita, Krishna Go Vinda Go, and Hari Sundara...
i like them:)
Really thankful for them squeezing there time out ( given how busy Anu's Hut can be), for our little rehearsal last night:)
Alrighto! Let see how the event on Sunday will work out!
Fast Forward Practice
Yoga is 24 hours, 7 days. Yoga is not 1.5 hours of practice
only. The practice does not stay within the four walls of the shala, it goes on
outside the shala. Teacher Laskshmish had a discussion with us during the
theory class.
Most of us started our yoga practice through physical
movement, asana. And we thought that is what yoga is all about. He kept
emphasizing that asana practice is just a tip of the iceberg, like what most
teachers pointed out. Getting too caught up into the bodily practice, we become
egoistic and competitive.
Teacher Laskshimish summed up clearly that asana helps
releases body diseases, pranayama and meditation practices helps removes ego. He gave a name for modern yoga practice in the
society today “ Fast Forward Practice”. We want everything to come to us fast,
we expect the teacher to provide all the information about the practice in one
course, and using monetary as a transaction to shorten the actual learning
curve.
04 December 2012
A room filled with Body Canvases
Practice has been going well so far, i'm contented to have just enough assistance for my kumasana and deeper drop- back bendings ( which i can never did that myself at alone, not yet..!)
The yoga scene has been very interesting still, given the cold mornings; and rainy morning today, the heat in the shala is intense still. The wall is slippery wet and the windows are blurred by the condensation. My sweats are bursting out from my skin pores like usual, the air is heavy, with so many human heaters all around; the spirit and the energy are going strong!
Men practice topless, and females in their most comfortable yoga attire. Then as if i am walking through an art museum, ink work on body canvas. I remember while twisting to the right, there are "Aum" at any random person i laid my eyes on. As i did a upward dog, the person in from of me, has got a words in sanskrit says, " Ahimsa" ( non- violence).
Automatically, in my head, under my own breath, i trace the Sanskrit word, as what i learnt a little of my Hindi classes.. Ah- Him- Saa...oh... that's non- violence. This all happened at just one deep inhale.... ( that how fast our mind can process information huh, interesting).
As i pulled back to downward facing dog, i brought myself back to my breaths again.
" Aum" is holds the champion of the most high usage. Almost most "modern yogis" will have this symbol somewhere on their body.
Next runner up is probably a verse from the yoga sutra 1.2 yoga citta vrtti nirodha ( Yoga is the cessation of the movement of the mind)
Would i get one for myself too? Never think about it yet... given i know how my fickle mind works, i'll probably regret inking my skin after a week. For now, i still like my body like a white sheet!
Nevertheless, i am looking forward to see the next creative body art in my next practice!
The yoga scene has been very interesting still, given the cold mornings; and rainy morning today, the heat in the shala is intense still. The wall is slippery wet and the windows are blurred by the condensation. My sweats are bursting out from my skin pores like usual, the air is heavy, with so many human heaters all around; the spirit and the energy are going strong!
Men practice topless, and females in their most comfortable yoga attire. Then as if i am walking through an art museum, ink work on body canvas. I remember while twisting to the right, there are "Aum" at any random person i laid my eyes on. As i did a upward dog, the person in from of me, has got a words in sanskrit says, " Ahimsa" ( non- violence).
As i pulled back to downward facing dog, i brought myself back to my breaths again.
Next runner up is probably a verse from the yoga sutra 1.2 yoga citta vrtti nirodha ( Yoga is the cessation of the movement of the mind)
Would i get one for myself too? Never think about it yet... given i know how my fickle mind works, i'll probably regret inking my skin after a week. For now, i still like my body like a white sheet!
Nevertheless, i am looking forward to see the next creative body art in my next practice!
30 November 2012
Operating with three clocks, talking about time in India?!
It is very interesting here in India, when we talk about time.. such as " what time"... " how long will it take.." Whether if you've got your own watch that is accurately aligned with the world's clock... it doesn't matter, when you're in India, you follow their "time".
5 minutes, can means a wait of half an hour up or more. I returned to the phone shop, as my card was not activated still ( after 2 days!), the boy old me 5 minutes... and we chatted and while i still keeping track of the time, i was sure he lose it with all the talking. Half hour later, i asked again, another 5 minutes. That will be an hour, my boy!
I went back, as he promise i will get my phone connected this noon, let's see.
For the class time and schedule, it stated on the paper.... " according to Shala time" ( means to check out the big clock hanging on top of the entrance door) " Shala time" is 20 minutes ahead of the accurate Indian time. If my class is 9am, i've to appear at the Shala at 8.40am; otherwise i'll be considered late!
To play safe, i always reach half hour before the stated time ( which is 10 minutes earlier than the Shala time).
Last but not least, we can safely follow our own time on the watch, if we've got private arrangement between friends, not locals.
Today was a Led class, i am scheduled for the 6am class. I reach there at 5.30am, already people are waiting outside the door; for the 4.30am batch to be release. As soon as we heard the closing prayer from the previous batch, the people outside stood up, all ready to squeeze through that small door. This year was surprisingly packed and crowded! There are people laying their mat all over the room, on the stage, the waiting area just outside the practice room, and even in the changing room. I manage to roll my mat right in front of the Men Changing Room, and two people were in there ready to practice.
And yes, practically mat by mat, no space.
Its interesting, but to be honestly, the energy in the room was amazing... sometimes i get goosebumps during the opening mantra. Its a feeling that i yet find a good word to best describe it.
And so, the funny part that amused me is, Sharath recognize the students, not by name... but by nationality. There was one point i heard him said, " Russian, come over here.... Japan.. japan.. here... you.. French go there..."
5 minutes, can means a wait of half an hour up or more. I returned to the phone shop, as my card was not activated still ( after 2 days!), the boy old me 5 minutes... and we chatted and while i still keeping track of the time, i was sure he lose it with all the talking. Half hour later, i asked again, another 5 minutes. That will be an hour, my boy!
I went back, as he promise i will get my phone connected this noon, let's see.
For the class time and schedule, it stated on the paper.... " according to Shala time" ( means to check out the big clock hanging on top of the entrance door) " Shala time" is 20 minutes ahead of the accurate Indian time. If my class is 9am, i've to appear at the Shala at 8.40am; otherwise i'll be considered late!
To play safe, i always reach half hour before the stated time ( which is 10 minutes earlier than the Shala time).
Last but not least, we can safely follow our own time on the watch, if we've got private arrangement between friends, not locals.
And yes, practically mat by mat, no space.
Its interesting, but to be honestly, the energy in the room was amazing... sometimes i get goosebumps during the opening mantra. Its a feeling that i yet find a good word to best describe it.
And so, the funny part that amused me is, Sharath recognize the students, not by name... but by nationality. There was one point i heard him said, " Russian, come over here.... Japan.. japan.. here... you.. French go there..."
28 November 2012
Miracles are not given by fairy god- mother, its a sweetness of your own sweat.
Shirly and i often catch up randomly, in the middle of the day, and keep one another posted about our classes, and sharing ideas and experiences we had met elsewhere. Just before i left for India, we were talking about the students we are teaching, more of the commitment from the students, makes the whole learning experience and progression more wholesomely.
Students being students, even like myself... asked many many questions. ( I'm glad my teacher, master paalu has been very patient with me, most of the time. Siting at one corner of the studio and sharing his time to teach me.)
Many people come into yoga, to search for a miracle--- to pull them out of the agony in just a couple of irregular yoga practices. Some requesting for twice a month of practice, and hope to have their physical body magically transform; or after 10 sessions of classes want to experience heaven.
The practice of yoga, seems no end to it-- but there is. Its a long journey. Some takes at least 10years, 20 years, 30 years or whole life time... even many life times to truly understand the taste of a drop from the ocean. And this..... is commitment, strong commitment.
As much as we want basic minimum commitment from students, its not happening smoothly. Oh yes, that's life... we can't always get what we hope we want it to be. I resume my teaching this year in March, and paused all classes in november. And yes, a mixture of students who appear on their mats every week; and some like chocolate chip cookies ( i see you, and now i don't). And yes, there's a thick line of difference of progression.
There's no comparison here. Miracles happens through strong commitment of hard work. Miracles is not given by fairy god- mothers, they are given by ourselves. With commitment, without expectation of the result... miracles will happen at the time we least expect. With expectation, it'll not happen.
Like what shirly shared with me this line from Prem & Radha during her training in Bali:
One will not understand the importance of being committed to the practice, till they are committed to their practice.
And yes, i never understand why we need to practice as regularly as daily, till i did it myself before. So, when i find myself started to lose my practice to putting most of my time to other stuff. I know i need to get back on track and question myself again... what do i really want.
Students being students, even like myself... asked many many questions. ( I'm glad my teacher, master paalu has been very patient with me, most of the time. Siting at one corner of the studio and sharing his time to teach me.)
Many people come into yoga, to search for a miracle--- to pull them out of the agony in just a couple of irregular yoga practices. Some requesting for twice a month of practice, and hope to have their physical body magically transform; or after 10 sessions of classes want to experience heaven.
The practice of yoga, seems no end to it-- but there is. Its a long journey. Some takes at least 10years, 20 years, 30 years or whole life time... even many life times to truly understand the taste of a drop from the ocean. And this..... is commitment, strong commitment.
As much as we want basic minimum commitment from students, its not happening smoothly. Oh yes, that's life... we can't always get what we hope we want it to be. I resume my teaching this year in March, and paused all classes in november. And yes, a mixture of students who appear on their mats every week; and some like chocolate chip cookies ( i see you, and now i don't). And yes, there's a thick line of difference of progression.
There's no comparison here. Miracles happens through strong commitment of hard work. Miracles is not given by fairy god- mothers, they are given by ourselves. With commitment, without expectation of the result... miracles will happen at the time we least expect. With expectation, it'll not happen.
Like what shirly shared with me this line from Prem & Radha during her training in Bali:
One will not understand the importance of being committed to the practice, till they are committed to their practice.
And yes, i never understand why we need to practice as regularly as daily, till i did it myself before. So, when i find myself started to lose my practice to putting most of my time to other stuff. I know i need to get back on track and question myself again... what do i really want.
Exchange smiles with strangers carrying yoga mats
Azyan was out to Bangalore to visit her aunty who is staying there; am pretty much by myself this two days. Quite like that ( no offense babe!) private time for myself, doing my own stuff and getting myself into reading again. My first book is Life of Pi, that my hindi teacher insisted that i should... must read it before the movie is out... which is very soon! I've just started flipping the pages, and got pretty zone out into the story background; especially when it mentioned about Pi ( main character) spending his time in India ( Pondicherry).
I took a simple self- made lunch, and decided to head out. My internet connect is still not up, so i grab my Mac- Air and made my way down to Anu's Cafe ( they are into wireless now, the garage that was once filled with computers was closed for good).
Walking quickly, if not for the intense sun rays shooting into my pores, i would have strolled my way down. I cris- crossing the road, for as much shades from the big trees as possible. Besides the locals, there are foreigners carrying yoga mats walking by. Though we've never met, total strangers... there seems like a common acknowledgment that we are sharing--- we're are here to learn, to practice and to understand whether life or ourselves... through the tool of yoga method. We nodded head, a gentle smile as we walked passed each other.
Almost automatically, i'll be think if they are also practicing in the big shala, or are they coming from the schools in the city... when actually they are going for their practice to a school just two houses from where i am staying.
Still, we exchanged smiles. People pooled over here every single year, for many reasons. But for one search: Happiness.
To be put ourselves into a routine, under the guidance of strict teachers, to respect the culture here, to being both strong and flexible to live with this routine, to be able to experience and train what super- focus of the mind is about, to understand pain and pleasure, to laser beam into our own reflections, to dissolves the decayed part of us, to create a holistic space within us for us to grow healthily, to be at peace with whatever is happening or had happened inside us... and just live life.
Me too, being here, is where i slowly experience myself again. To keep clear for myself again, without the impressions from others who are trying to plant their seed inside my mind. I've probably allow some to grow their seeds into my garden; and i want to get rid of them... before i feel too suffocated and lost my own plot of garden.
Impressions ( samskara) are very powerful, that can leech on us and mutate into one of us. Though since my last visit to Mysore in 2010, i can still recognize my way home. Though i forgot most of them ( given my bad sense of direction), the pattern that still strongly imprinted into my mind, still is valid today.
"It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names."
~ a line from the storybook i'm reading this morning. Yes i agree, and that's why its important to whom we and want to meet.
I took a simple self- made lunch, and decided to head out. My internet connect is still not up, so i grab my Mac- Air and made my way down to Anu's Cafe ( they are into wireless now, the garage that was once filled with computers was closed for good).
Walking quickly, if not for the intense sun rays shooting into my pores, i would have strolled my way down. I cris- crossing the road, for as much shades from the big trees as possible. Besides the locals, there are foreigners carrying yoga mats walking by. Though we've never met, total strangers... there seems like a common acknowledgment that we are sharing--- we're are here to learn, to practice and to understand whether life or ourselves... through the tool of yoga method. We nodded head, a gentle smile as we walked passed each other.
Almost automatically, i'll be think if they are also practicing in the big shala, or are they coming from the schools in the city... when actually they are going for their practice to a school just two houses from where i am staying.
To be put ourselves into a routine, under the guidance of strict teachers, to respect the culture here, to being both strong and flexible to live with this routine, to be able to experience and train what super- focus of the mind is about, to understand pain and pleasure, to laser beam into our own reflections, to dissolves the decayed part of us, to create a holistic space within us for us to grow healthily, to be at peace with whatever is happening or had happened inside us... and just live life.
Me too, being here, is where i slowly experience myself again. To keep clear for myself again, without the impressions from others who are trying to plant their seed inside my mind. I've probably allow some to grow their seeds into my garden; and i want to get rid of them... before i feel too suffocated and lost my own plot of garden.
Impressions ( samskara) are very powerful, that can leech on us and mutate into one of us. Though since my last visit to Mysore in 2010, i can still recognize my way home. Though i forgot most of them ( given my bad sense of direction), the pattern that still strongly imprinted into my mind, still is valid today.
"It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names."
~ a line from the storybook i'm reading this morning. Yes i agree, and that's why its important to whom we and want to meet.
27 November 2012
Back in "home"!
It good to be back (home)! I don't know why, there always this fuzzy feeling and excitement; and also breaths of calmness i am getting from the Mysore community. Though this isn't my first trip, each trip does help to open my inner doors... one by one.
Here... right here... the feeling of familiarity being in this land of spices is coming back to me again. Flows of thoughts, motions, movements, scenes; both of which i used to take them positively and negatively are surfacing.
The difference is, i kind of feel that this time, am a little more mature to be abel to handle my own stuff, bit by bit.
This year hasn't been as smooth as i thought, and its both of a thunderstorm and plateau i was surfing on. Within me, i slowly understand that there are some decisions i strongly want to stand upon, even nobody agrees with me. There's some impressions ( samsakra) i'm dying off to uproot all of them from my back garden.
Its truly good to be back here, not sure how my progress will be like, or i'm even able to untangle some knots--- but am surely is more clear of who i am, where i am going, who i want to associate with and who i want to be with.
I'll face my own destiny with courage, no body will and can do it for me.
A little about the story with Baggy....
During our first trip to Mysore in 2009, buggy was a new puppy in the house where we were staying ( Anu's Bamboo Hut).
We first met him unofficially, when this black puppy ran into our room, while were doing our practice, which the room door was wide open. Imagine, a dog ran around the room, while we're in downward facing dog pose! He must has mistook us for his playmates.
Buggy was a puppy only in age, physically like a grown- up dog. So, he was playful, very playful... pouncing on people, when he get real excited and happy, he's jump on me... too heavy for me to handle. So i got very caution about this puppy.
I always went behind shirly, so that she could take cover, distract the dog and i would run up to the room. Sometimes, baggy seemed to know that, and he ran after me... never fails, that i closed the door with my heart beating like mad!
After 3 years, here i'm back again. This dog has sure o grow up like a man. Though he's still too big size for me to handle, when a few attempts he wanted to jump on me. But i guess, i feel less scared now... understanding his hype.
Trying to take a snap with him ( Azyan was working hard on that).
And then, he got so shifty, and moving around. I don't know whether he want to kiss me or bit me. Ganesh said he don't bite, so he must have been trying to kiss me...haha! Anyways, buggy has got a big face, i shunned off!
Then, he had got enough of me, turned his back, and went back into the house!
Buggy, you're still a cute dog!
Here... right here... the feeling of familiarity being in this land of spices is coming back to me again. Flows of thoughts, motions, movements, scenes; both of which i used to take them positively and negatively are surfacing.
The difference is, i kind of feel that this time, am a little more mature to be abel to handle my own stuff, bit by bit.
This year hasn't been as smooth as i thought, and its both of a thunderstorm and plateau i was surfing on. Within me, i slowly understand that there are some decisions i strongly want to stand upon, even nobody agrees with me. There's some impressions ( samsakra) i'm dying off to uproot all of them from my back garden.
Its truly good to be back here, not sure how my progress will be like, or i'm even able to untangle some knots--- but am surely is more clear of who i am, where i am going, who i want to associate with and who i want to be with.
I'll face my own destiny with courage, no body will and can do it for me.
A little about the story with Baggy....
During our first trip to Mysore in 2009, buggy was a new puppy in the house where we were staying ( Anu's Bamboo Hut).
We first met him unofficially, when this black puppy ran into our room, while were doing our practice, which the room door was wide open. Imagine, a dog ran around the room, while we're in downward facing dog pose! He must has mistook us for his playmates.
Buggy was a puppy only in age, physically like a grown- up dog. So, he was playful, very playful... pouncing on people, when he get real excited and happy, he's jump on me... too heavy for me to handle. So i got very caution about this puppy.
I always went behind shirly, so that she could take cover, distract the dog and i would run up to the room. Sometimes, baggy seemed to know that, and he ran after me... never fails, that i closed the door with my heart beating like mad!
After 3 years, here i'm back again. This dog has sure o grow up like a man. Though he's still too big size for me to handle, when a few attempts he wanted to jump on me. But i guess, i feel less scared now... understanding his hype.
Buggy, you're still a cute dog!
25 November 2012
India, I am coming again!
For just one more day, 3 more classes to teach, i'll be all ready to transport myself to Mysore!
Somehow, i can't cap my excitement even its a repeated trip, i so look forward to it. Its more of the yoga community and culture particularly in Mysore, makes me want to go back again.
Quiet cold morning, hugging the yoga mat when the moon is still to be seen, battling the harsh wind, slipper-ing down the uneven path, a sigh of relieve the the warmness in the shala touches the skin.
Thoughts does slow down tremendously, where and when i like to really sit down at outside the room, at the top terrace, gazing far ahead overlooking a part of Gokhulam, with all those cable wires hanging and antennas planting at the roof of the houses---- where i can slowly catch my breaths and really enjoy the moment of living.
Of which, it is really quite impossible to enjoy the same kind of lifestyle over here in Singapore. When the pace of teaching schedule starts to pick up, there's a resistance to slow down. In most time, i just want to grip hold of every ends of the ropes, and be in control of everything--- be it teaching, or other arrangements. And i know, i need to learn how to loosen the grip, and just go with the flow. While floating and flowing down the river, i treasure the time i can clear the junk in my head.
For a month plus in Mysore, why getting away for so long? People always asked this question many many times. Personally, i prefer long stay at a place to rushing to see the whole country in a short period.
Technically, most yoga teachers in Mysore, accept minimum commitment of 1 month practice with them ( unlike in most cities and Singapore, there are drop- in classes, trial classes...) I like the spirit! Its an traditional way of student who wants to learn from a teacher. Commitment.
Practically, doing nothing much... is the best!
After a month plus in Mysore, with another friend--- we're going to explore the " Golden Triangle" in the North; that is New Delhi- Jaipur- Agra... you know the famous Taj Mahal . Been dreaming to go there... finally!
Packing up luggage is the last thing i like to do, i started packing just 3 days ago! The funny thing is, whenever i'm going away, suddenly there are many request for class from students. I'm squeezing myself to the last bit, and am done by tomorrow afternoon class! All ready to snooze all my way to Mysore;)
coconut, autos, rupees, chapati, panipuri, horns, noisy street, beautiful morning kirtan, great book stores, many exotic fruits, doing nothing, dust and sand, children running....
Somehow, i can't cap my excitement even its a repeated trip, i so look forward to it. Its more of the yoga community and culture particularly in Mysore, makes me want to go back again.
Quiet cold morning, hugging the yoga mat when the moon is still to be seen, battling the harsh wind, slipper-ing down the uneven path, a sigh of relieve the the warmness in the shala touches the skin.
Thoughts does slow down tremendously, where and when i like to really sit down at outside the room, at the top terrace, gazing far ahead overlooking a part of Gokhulam, with all those cable wires hanging and antennas planting at the roof of the houses---- where i can slowly catch my breaths and really enjoy the moment of living.
For a month plus in Mysore, why getting away for so long? People always asked this question many many times. Personally, i prefer long stay at a place to rushing to see the whole country in a short period.
Technically, most yoga teachers in Mysore, accept minimum commitment of 1 month practice with them ( unlike in most cities and Singapore, there are drop- in classes, trial classes...) I like the spirit! Its an traditional way of student who wants to learn from a teacher. Commitment.
Practically, doing nothing much... is the best!
After a month plus in Mysore, with another friend--- we're going to explore the " Golden Triangle" in the North; that is New Delhi- Jaipur- Agra... you know the famous Taj Mahal . Been dreaming to go there... finally!
Packing up luggage is the last thing i like to do, i started packing just 3 days ago! The funny thing is, whenever i'm going away, suddenly there are many request for class from students. I'm squeezing myself to the last bit, and am done by tomorrow afternoon class! All ready to snooze all my way to Mysore;)
coconut, autos, rupees, chapati, panipuri, horns, noisy street, beautiful morning kirtan, great book stores, many exotic fruits, doing nothing, dust and sand, children running....
31 October 2012
Taking a step back as teacher, a step forward as student
These days has been relaxing, at least mentally. I am very much able to at least pause and take a breather. Sitting in the cafes, staring blanks, opening the packages of thoughts that i'd been shoving them at a corner in my mind, its a kind of bliss. Not too much of any reading though, not till i'd slowly de-clutter my mind.
When previous numbers of months can be busy with classes, bringing most of my focus towards the students, when i still have, but little time for myself. Its time to slowly shift my focus back to my own practice; less teaching more learning. Its always better to take up the role as a student, being able to just absorb and learn whatever life presents to us.
In most times, straddling between tight teaching and practice, for the sake of schedule flexibility, i had most of my self- practice at home. Whenever i get to slot in 2 hours on the mat for myself--- dawn, noon or dusk. There comes a point i think... i think i've max out my capability at that given condition, i need someone to give me a hand to guide me forward, for further self- exploration.
I visited my teacher, Master Paalu, had some chats. Started to read up some articles, videos and posts by other experienced teachers around the globe. Later, i decided to drop into a humble space, Yoga Shala ( where they offer mysore- style practice) , having visiting teachers traveling in asia and coming to singapore.
I went over for my first session, Nigel Marshall ( who based in Bangkok) was teaching that day. I thought his name rings a bell in my ears; later to realized that i chanced upon his name while searching for a practice space in Bangkok which i'll be in next week; the site stated he'll be away from Bangkok and off traveling to teach, i was a little disappointed. Oh! Here he is in Singapore:)
Adjustments, corrections, new information, new insights---- that's what i need for now. What's can be more interesting, we are all going to flock and meet again in Mysore. How irony, that's life!
When previous numbers of months can be busy with classes, bringing most of my focus towards the students, when i still have, but little time for myself. Its time to slowly shift my focus back to my own practice; less teaching more learning. Its always better to take up the role as a student, being able to just absorb and learn whatever life presents to us.
In most times, straddling between tight teaching and practice, for the sake of schedule flexibility, i had most of my self- practice at home. Whenever i get to slot in 2 hours on the mat for myself--- dawn, noon or dusk. There comes a point i think... i think i've max out my capability at that given condition, i need someone to give me a hand to guide me forward, for further self- exploration.
I visited my teacher, Master Paalu, had some chats. Started to read up some articles, videos and posts by other experienced teachers around the globe. Later, i decided to drop into a humble space, Yoga Shala ( where they offer mysore- style practice) , having visiting teachers traveling in asia and coming to singapore.
I went over for my first session, Nigel Marshall ( who based in Bangkok) was teaching that day. I thought his name rings a bell in my ears; later to realized that i chanced upon his name while searching for a practice space in Bangkok which i'll be in next week; the site stated he'll be away from Bangkok and off traveling to teach, i was a little disappointed. Oh! Here he is in Singapore:)
Adjustments, corrections, new information, new insights---- that's what i need for now. What's can be more interesting, we are all going to flock and meet again in Mysore. How irony, that's life!
27 October 2012
Guilty of getting injured in yoga practices?
Are you a super enthusiastic regular yoga practitioner, that you can't wait to jump on the mat and explore the possibilities of your physical body by trying out those seems to be "impossible" advanced poses? And realized that you gotten few injuries due to the practice?
I used to feel a little guilty whenever i got myself injured during the physical practice--- maybe a few falls that i knocked into the table, straining too much on one side of my shoulders or even getting a micro- muscles tear due to over stretching. No doubt i still feel good and happy, i do aware that i did give some discomforts to the body.
Just by attempting the Primary series of the Ashtanga method, there already has got a handful of more advanced poses that could possibly kill me --- setting challenges that requires the total external rotation of the hips that effects the knees and ankles, super deep twist that one can literally feel their stomach, liver and spleen shifting aside to make way, not forgetting the vinyasa that can really burn the shoulders..... just to name a few.
Yoga teachers are often get frame-up as a perfect picture by the students; that we should always be in a tip- top condition, never ever need to see a doctor or enter a hospital. They had lost sight of one thing: we are all human living on same piece of land, breathing the same air, drinking the from the same river.
I've been admitted to A&E in the middle of the night from an intensed pain due to UTI; been to Ayurvedic treatments for my micro-muscles tear in my hip; Chiropractic treatments for bad shoulders and hip... In fact, jokingly i thought... be grateful that the teachers have been through a whole turmoil in life, so that the students can learn how to manage them when they are facing the same situation.
Yoga is not all about perfecting the poses and life; practicing yoga is a skill... to manage whatever life has got to throw at you; its about making wise decisions of running away or facing an issue; is about making a choice of crying over a spilled milk or picking up the pieces( and not putting milk into glass bottle); its about experiencing life instead of rushing through it.
Yoga is not stagnant, its transcendental.
* check out for my second blogpost of injuries in yoga practices, coming soon!:)
I used to feel a little guilty whenever i got myself injured during the physical practice--- maybe a few falls that i knocked into the table, straining too much on one side of my shoulders or even getting a micro- muscles tear due to over stretching. No doubt i still feel good and happy, i do aware that i did give some discomforts to the body.
Talk to any Ashtangi ( a name given to people who practice Ashtanga method), probably has got a whole list of injuries they had experience. The question is, why are they still in the practice then? Given this method of practices requires a lot more from the physical body, with the jumping forward/ backward, backward rolling....
Because the feeling of greatness prevails beyond the flesh and bones; a deep- core joy.Yoga teachers are often get frame-up as a perfect picture by the students; that we should always be in a tip- top condition, never ever need to see a doctor or enter a hospital. They had lost sight of one thing: we are all human living on same piece of land, breathing the same air, drinking the from the same river.
I've been admitted to A&E in the middle of the night from an intensed pain due to UTI; been to Ayurvedic treatments for my micro-muscles tear in my hip; Chiropractic treatments for bad shoulders and hip... In fact, jokingly i thought... be grateful that the teachers have been through a whole turmoil in life, so that the students can learn how to manage them when they are facing the same situation.
Yoga is not all about perfecting the poses and life; practicing yoga is a skill... to manage whatever life has got to throw at you; its about making wise decisions of running away or facing an issue; is about making a choice of crying over a spilled milk or picking up the pieces( and not putting milk into glass bottle); its about experiencing life instead of rushing through it.
Yoga is not stagnant, its transcendental.
* check out for my second blogpost of injuries in yoga practices, coming soon!:)
21 October 2012
Once, is enough.
Once, is enough.
Many times we hope we can re-live the past;
Revisit the same pain from the attached memories;
We hope we can, maybe made a better choice.
Some times we hope to retrace our footsteps;
We want to, re- taste the sweet times;
Finding ways to retain it.
Its time, to be awaken, to live every moment.
In that instant,
Laugh & smile all you want;
Cry & sob for all you like;
Be in the pain & joy without any visa;
Just once, is enough.
09 October 2012
Why should i help? Why not?
I first get to know about Operation Shanti during my first trip to Mysore, India in 2009. As their top priority was to keep the privacy of the little children- they are pretty strict with outside visitors. Very fortunately, we got to spend some days towards the end of our stay with the kids. We got to do wall painting together--- and couple of really talented kids helping out with the Kananda writing.
From the very first moment shared with the kids, till today, sometimes, they still do flashes across my mind before i goes to bed. When every time this happens, i wanted to see them again.
The second time visit to Mysore, India was pretty awesome. Together with Shirly & Joanne, we got to spend more time with the kids. I was very happy when they did recognized us, even after a year apart. The kids could not remember or pronounce my name, and they gave me a name call " ABC Madam" Every after morning yoga practices, besides the days of traveling, we got to see the kids. Tracy, the founder of the home, i really take my hat off her. Her energy of releasing care was almost bottomless.
In the evening, we would get follow the old uncle, the dog and a puppy to the school, picked the kids home from classes. They are very very adorable, with they tiny little body, dragging a big school bags, charging towards us. It was like a little competition among themselves, who ever gets to hold our hands and grab our attention wins. As soon as they naughty little boys started to hold by the corner of my blouse and grab my butt.
We sang & danced on our way back to home.
That was when i this little girl hastily walked towards me. She wanted to run but her hands was busy adjusting her school uniform, smiling at my shyly. i was wondering if she was uncomfortable, or maybe her uniform was torn. Later then i realized that her panties was so loose, gonna drop down if she did not hold it tight enough. For the whole day in school, that's how busy she was... holding up her undies.
My heart ached a little when i saw that. Pondering about that every now and then, these are basic things that most of us take it for granted. The kids values every little things that they have. I was amazed how they can make their own toys. One boy even made a " scooter" out of just three items--- a ruler, a string
& a stone. Proudly he scooted his creation around the field.
For the older boys, loved them much! Squeezing into the kitchen, on the floor, making chapatis, trying to communicate in English that made out full loads of jokes; the boys sharing their dreams and a little on their background while they were on the streets. The boys show casing their Takwando, and the girls performing singing & dances, and we... playing around with yoga stunts.
I would cry in front of my computer when i started to read the profile of each child. I couldn't come to sense the events they had been through, some were physically abused & some were abandoned in bus/ train station at very very young age.
Given a chance to really communicate with the kids, and getting involved in their daily activities, the teach me what's a Simple & Happy life. Honestly, i personally is very skeptical about NGOs, with so many NGOs fraud cases in Singapore & in India itself. I vouched for the humbly set up of Operation Shanti.
Do check out their sites,
For updates on the kids: http://operationshanti.blogspot.sg/
For donation contribution or sponsor a kid: http://www.operation-shanti.org/donate.html
Shanti, means peace in Sanskrit. Share a piece of yours with them.
From the very first moment shared with the kids, till today, sometimes, they still do flashes across my mind before i goes to bed. When every time this happens, i wanted to see them again.
In the evening, we would get follow the old uncle, the dog and a puppy to the school, picked the kids home from classes. They are very very adorable, with they tiny little body, dragging a big school bags, charging towards us. It was like a little competition among themselves, who ever gets to hold our hands and grab our attention wins. As soon as they naughty little boys started to hold by the corner of my blouse and grab my butt.
We sang & danced on our way back to home.
That was when i this little girl hastily walked towards me. She wanted to run but her hands was busy adjusting her school uniform, smiling at my shyly. i was wondering if she was uncomfortable, or maybe her uniform was torn. Later then i realized that her panties was so loose, gonna drop down if she did not hold it tight enough. For the whole day in school, that's how busy she was... holding up her undies.
My heart ached a little when i saw that. Pondering about that every now and then, these are basic things that most of us take it for granted. The kids values every little things that they have. I was amazed how they can make their own toys. One boy even made a " scooter" out of just three items--- a ruler, a string
& a stone. Proudly he scooted his creation around the field.
For the older boys, loved them much! Squeezing into the kitchen, on the floor, making chapatis, trying to communicate in English that made out full loads of jokes; the boys sharing their dreams and a little on their background while they were on the streets. The boys show casing their Takwando, and the girls performing singing & dances, and we... playing around with yoga stunts.
I would cry in front of my computer when i started to read the profile of each child. I couldn't come to sense the events they had been through, some were physically abused & some were abandoned in bus/ train station at very very young age.
Given a chance to really communicate with the kids, and getting involved in their daily activities, the teach me what's a Simple & Happy life. Honestly, i personally is very skeptical about NGOs, with so many NGOs fraud cases in Singapore & in India itself. I vouched for the humbly set up of Operation Shanti.
Do check out their sites,
For updates on the kids: http://operationshanti.blogspot.sg/
For donation contribution or sponsor a kid: http://www.operation-shanti.org/donate.html
Shanti, means peace in Sanskrit. Share a piece of yours with them.
21 September 2012
Breaking your own perception.
I had a hands- on talk with a group of retailers ( who started to complain how long they have to stand during work), sharing with them how simple breathing and movements they can practice independently to reduce their stress level. Just in the first half of the talk, an aunty told me openly, " my friend did yoga yesterday and her whole body aching in pain leh!" Trying to get some supporters around her that yoga = to body pain. Nobody bothered. I quickly acknowledge her view and continued with the rest. Ironically, she participated enthusiastically too.
At the end of the session, while on my way out to the exit, a participant grabbed my arms. She too, said openly that she had finally relieved her back pain after the sessions, that acted up from last night.
" Wha, this yoga stretches really works for me leh!".
Later in the day, i met up an old friend, while he shared with me on a self- help course he signed up ( which coincidentally in the same week, my Hindi teacher talked to me about it too!). One main topic was on "Perception". How we need to shattered all those thick- skinned of perception, which we layered over the years; which is essential for each of us to decide our next step, unpolluted thoughts.
We tend to live a life through the perception of others, living according to their views, expectations, memories, their plans... we want to live their lives for them. We live through their anger, their fear, their happiness, their achievements... Why? We are so attached to the perception, that we keep getting stuck in their blurry and dusty lens. We couldn't get a clear view of our own plan.
Take my encounter as an example. The first aunty already had a perception of yoga practice was pain, which even before she started doing it, which she took the impression from her friend's experience. She couldn't hold her viewpoint strong enough when none agreed with her, that she was too very unsure about it herself. So, she gladly did it.
And thus, her own experience had broken her own perception, after the whole event.
Everyone has their ownstruggles, their own challenges, and a different path that they chose to get to where they are. ~ Marc and Angel
At the end of the session, while on my way out to the exit, a participant grabbed my arms. She too, said openly that she had finally relieved her back pain after the sessions, that acted up from last night.
" Wha, this yoga stretches really works for me leh!".
We tend to live a life through the perception of others, living according to their views, expectations, memories, their plans... we want to live their lives for them. We live through their anger, their fear, their happiness, their achievements... Why? We are so attached to the perception, that we keep getting stuck in their blurry and dusty lens. We couldn't get a clear view of our own plan.
Take my encounter as an example. The first aunty already had a perception of yoga practice was pain, which even before she started doing it, which she took the impression from her friend's experience. She couldn't hold her viewpoint strong enough when none agreed with her, that she was too very unsure about it herself. So, she gladly did it.
And thus, her own experience had broken her own perception, after the whole event.
Everyone has their ownstruggles, their own challenges, and a different path that they chose to get to where they are. ~ Marc and Angel
14 September 2012
Speaking to your teacher.
Don't be taken in by the " always smiling" face of the person adjusting you in a yoga class. My little fallacy of yoga teachers are always happy shattered when i become one. I too, find myself smiling once i step in front of the class; even i may have a bad day. Am i faking it?
Nope, haven't a time i have to force a fake smile to the class. I appreciate their presence, and always glad that i am there. Every student who choose to appear on the mat out from their schedule, or every yoga teacher appearing at the podium is indifference. We are all back up tons of everyday issues, worries, fears, anxieties, angers, hatred---- yearning to enjoy a little peace of mind on the mat.
Many student, like i used to think that yoga teachers are " God Almighty", who are living in their little heaven as they sing " Om peace peace peace". Not really in actual fact, i would say rather they have learn how to manage the the ever changing society. Flipping negative to positive vibes from the external world, by maintaining the equilibrium of the internal world.
Sometimes, it took us a while just to realize that we are at a loss. Till the level i realized i was pushing my own button, till i see that i am running in a pattern. There is a inner voice trying to communicate, but i didn't seem to understand its language. It can be quite frustrating, just like parents not understand baby language -- and the poor kid can just go on crying.
Like how i always asked my students if there's any question they are free to approach me. It takes a little bit of courage to approach a teacher ( maybe its just me), some students are too shy to do that. I understand that it'l be very helpful and beneficial for both parties; i do encourage questions flowing in from the students.
As Yoga teacher to the students, i'm still a student of life. I feel that its very important for yoga teachers to be courageous enough to talk to someone who can guide us forward. That we are still learning, making mistakes, maybe self- inflicting pains; while we're busying managing all those stuff, we need a teacher to give us a pinch so that we learn.
Eventually, i got a chance to speak to my teacher, Master Paalu. Honestly, it can be quite intimidating speaking to him sometimes; he has this two sharp bionic eyes which seems like being capable of seeing through anybody, including me. I feel like i shrink, sitting in front of him; because he can sees me better than i can see myself, and this frightens me, a lot.
Speaking to my teacher, nothing is sweet nor bitter to my ears. I would describe his words as " super- organic", very raw. To me, visiting guru is a essential part of the learning journey. It enables me to re-connct to the source i may have lost. If we got burnt by playing with fire and pains teach us a lesson; gurus are those who teach us how to put fire into good use with wisdom.
Nope, haven't a time i have to force a fake smile to the class. I appreciate their presence, and always glad that i am there. Every student who choose to appear on the mat out from their schedule, or every yoga teacher appearing at the podium is indifference. We are all back up tons of everyday issues, worries, fears, anxieties, angers, hatred---- yearning to enjoy a little peace of mind on the mat.
Many student, like i used to think that yoga teachers are " God Almighty", who are living in their little heaven as they sing " Om peace peace peace". Not really in actual fact, i would say rather they have learn how to manage the the ever changing society. Flipping negative to positive vibes from the external world, by maintaining the equilibrium of the internal world.
Sometimes, it took us a while just to realize that we are at a loss. Till the level i realized i was pushing my own button, till i see that i am running in a pattern. There is a inner voice trying to communicate, but i didn't seem to understand its language. It can be quite frustrating, just like parents not understand baby language -- and the poor kid can just go on crying.
Like how i always asked my students if there's any question they are free to approach me. It takes a little bit of courage to approach a teacher ( maybe its just me), some students are too shy to do that. I understand that it'l be very helpful and beneficial for both parties; i do encourage questions flowing in from the students.
As Yoga teacher to the students, i'm still a student of life. I feel that its very important for yoga teachers to be courageous enough to talk to someone who can guide us forward. That we are still learning, making mistakes, maybe self- inflicting pains; while we're busying managing all those stuff, we need a teacher to give us a pinch so that we learn.
Eventually, i got a chance to speak to my teacher, Master Paalu. Honestly, it can be quite intimidating speaking to him sometimes; he has this two sharp bionic eyes which seems like being capable of seeing through anybody, including me. I feel like i shrink, sitting in front of him; because he can sees me better than i can see myself, and this frightens me, a lot.
Speaking to my teacher, nothing is sweet nor bitter to my ears. I would describe his words as " super- organic", very raw. To me, visiting guru is a essential part of the learning journey. It enables me to re-connct to the source i may have lost. If we got burnt by playing with fire and pains teach us a lesson; gurus are those who teach us how to put fire into good use with wisdom.
07 September 2012
A Kapha morning, sleepy practice.
Honestly, do i wake up every morning happily, eagerly and enthusiastically to meet my yoga mat? How i wish, but no. Somedays, i take 1 minute from my bed to the hall to roll out the mat. Somedays... quite a handful.... more than just a handful of days, like today, i took 2 hours and finally crawling out from the room and to the hall.
In Ayuvedic point of view, the dosha ( type) in the morning was very Kapha ( heavy & cooling). I woke up shutting my alarm, and fell back to sleep, snoozing every 15- 30minutes to keep track of how long i can steal to snuggle in such a cool morning.
2 hours! i fought for 2 hours! And finally appearing on the mat, with eyes closed, half asleep. The first few rounds of sun salutation was like "Zero calories"; i kept telling myself that i just have to keep moving to start my engine ( like how we need to warm up the engine of the car). Soon after, i felt my energy spiraling upwards, the heat swelling up the under skin, and sweats finally were bursting out from the pores.
I slowly open my eyes, and the practice kept going.
" Phew, i woke up now" I thought.
When on the path of yoga, we may discover many amazing things to surprise ourselves. Attending yoga classes was never a problem for me, always readily to hop onto the mat in the class. As time goes by, when the practice some how become so routinized, reaching a plateau, when all my enthusiasm has all burnt out, with so many things happening in my life that was dragging me away from the mat;
The time when i feel like giving all up, i'll always remember what most yoga teachers out there said,
" Just keep going for the one last bit."
When we feel like everything around us is falling apart, whether we are confused, lost of identity or down; just keep appearing on the mat, no matter how long we've to fight the inertia, the laziness, the hesitation.
Quoting from the yoga sutra: sthira sukham asanum
Literally can be read as: steady and comfortable pose ( soul)
Putting aside the physical aspect of a regular yoga practice keeps us away from bodily illnesses, that one should be taking the practice and working with the body to reach a steady and comfortable physical position.
Beaming into the spiritual aspect of the practice, with regular practice inwardly; slowly slowly we start to grasp the idea of being able to be mentally firm enough, emotionally strong enough and spiritually healthy enough to NOT to be shaken by the forever changing condition of the external.
Being aware but totally not affected or shaken by the drastic circumstances; with firmness yet gentleness, the soul (we) seats comfortably in the centre of our self, staying grounded always.
Easier said than done, i know. Every lesson is learn when we know how to draw positivity out from negative situation.
In Ayuvedic point of view, the dosha ( type) in the morning was very Kapha ( heavy & cooling). I woke up shutting my alarm, and fell back to sleep, snoozing every 15- 30minutes to keep track of how long i can steal to snuggle in such a cool morning.
2 hours! i fought for 2 hours! And finally appearing on the mat, with eyes closed, half asleep. The first few rounds of sun salutation was like "Zero calories"; i kept telling myself that i just have to keep moving to start my engine ( like how we need to warm up the engine of the car). Soon after, i felt my energy spiraling upwards, the heat swelling up the under skin, and sweats finally were bursting out from the pores.
I slowly open my eyes, and the practice kept going.
" Phew, i woke up now" I thought.
The time when i feel like giving all up, i'll always remember what most yoga teachers out there said,
" Just keep going for the one last bit."
When we feel like everything around us is falling apart, whether we are confused, lost of identity or down; just keep appearing on the mat, no matter how long we've to fight the inertia, the laziness, the hesitation.
Quoting from the yoga sutra: sthira sukham asanum
Literally can be read as: steady and comfortable pose ( soul)
Putting aside the physical aspect of a regular yoga practice keeps us away from bodily illnesses, that one should be taking the practice and working with the body to reach a steady and comfortable physical position.
Beaming into the spiritual aspect of the practice, with regular practice inwardly; slowly slowly we start to grasp the idea of being able to be mentally firm enough, emotionally strong enough and spiritually healthy enough to NOT to be shaken by the forever changing condition of the external.
Being aware but totally not affected or shaken by the drastic circumstances; with firmness yet gentleness, the soul (we) seats comfortably in the centre of our self, staying grounded always.
Easier said than done, i know. Every lesson is learn when we know how to draw positivity out from negative situation.
31 August 2012
Addictions, am letting you go!
Whoo! Am back!
Haven't been logging into my blog for a while since the very last post on headstand. I've been trying to juggle my schedule; receiving messages from clients returning to town, up & ready to be back on the mat!
Been attending Hindi classes, and the homework more, and my tongue seems to tangle between English, Mandarin, Singlish, Hindi and some other dialects...
I bumped into many people, who i did not remember. Couple of previous clients i once taught them, are appearing in front of me again. The lady who was in my very first pre-natal class ( and later she gave birth, so i could not recognized her at all) who later was sitting beside me cleaning up her nails in the manicure shop--- TWICE!! The expat housewife who i thought of sending her an email, called me up on the same day.
Suddenly, i thought i was experiencing " What's comes around, goes around". Yes, and the world is indeed small; we never know who we'll be meeting on the street in any random day. That's quite a fate right?
The other some stuffs that have really been keeping me busy, rather distracted--- my various addictions! For weeks, i was addicted to the game Temple Run, addicted to Sunsilk Academy show ( introduced by my sis), addicted to a late night Korean Drama ( introduced by my mum);
Which i feel tired in the day, and then....
addicted to Hot Chocolate ( Starbucks still makes the best Hot Chocolate!) and Peppermint Tea, phew!
I've been surfing these addictions and thought i should calm the waves soon. So, i've decided to let go of the game, and watch half the korean drama... for now.
Come to think, that we all have all kinds of little addiction at some points of our days. And yes, all of each addiction reflects some unfulfilled issues personally, so we tag on something to at least make us feel better. Being addictive to anything, is not good... i felt that. Its the unwilling to let go, grabbing onto the comfort zone like a koala bear... eventually we'll get drained and tired.
Other than Hot chocolate and peppermint drink in a cool weather like today, i'm bidding goodbyes to all other addictions;)
What's your addictions now?
15 August 2012
A headstand a day, keeps the troubles away!
I fell in love with Shoulder stand ( one reason for my addiction to yoga), till i met the Headstand.
It was name as the King of all poses; one will not believe it until one experience it.
Besides the numerous benefits it offers, i am amazed by the calming effect of the pose. If anyone ask me how to release the tightness wrapping around their head and the tension behind the mask of their face--- i'll recommend the Headstand.
It was a requirement to learn the headstand in order to get certified. Whether its really important, i'm glad my teacher push us to that corner.
Like many people, the thought of getting into that inversion was never possible, never!
I fell many many times, and i learnt to pick up and try again.
I got distracted many may times, and i learnt to focus.
I panicked many many times, and i learnt to be more brave.
I got so frustrated many many times, and i learnt to be patient.
Half way through the course, i saw people flipping up-side down independently... and i was still falling everywhere. As the exam date drew nearer, i got so desperate. I read books and researched on the Youtube, woke up 10 minutes earlier every morning, to at least get use in inversion. I learnt the importance of a good foundation, ground work. Few days before the exam, i got it! Other than being excited, headstand gives me a prolong joy.
While some day can be really draining, when doubts and troubles hit like thunderstorm. The first thing i think of is Headstand. The pose has since become a counselor, a doctor, a teacher, a soulmate that i can connect with. If i have a bad sleep, and a full practice was real challenge.... i will just flip up a headstand.
Allowing the blood to fill up my mind, for at least 5 minutes or 50 breathes; and lie back down for a short relaxation ( the relaxation feel deep and short, but every time when i open my eyes, i realized one hour had passed!) . There is a gradual coolness running under my skin, the calmness in my head that makes it impossible for me to think about anything; but to just lie down and be present.
All problems root from the mind, and shall be dissolve through the mind.
It was name as the King of all poses; one will not believe it until one experience it.
Besides the numerous benefits it offers, i am amazed by the calming effect of the pose. If anyone ask me how to release the tightness wrapping around their head and the tension behind the mask of their face--- i'll recommend the Headstand.
It was a requirement to learn the headstand in order to get certified. Whether its really important, i'm glad my teacher push us to that corner.
Like many people, the thought of getting into that inversion was never possible, never!
I got distracted many may times, and i learnt to focus.
I panicked many many times, and i learnt to be more brave.
I got so frustrated many many times, and i learnt to be patient.
Half way through the course, i saw people flipping up-side down independently... and i was still falling everywhere. As the exam date drew nearer, i got so desperate. I read books and researched on the Youtube, woke up 10 minutes earlier every morning, to at least get use in inversion. I learnt the importance of a good foundation, ground work. Few days before the exam, i got it! Other than being excited, headstand gives me a prolong joy.
While some day can be really draining, when doubts and troubles hit like thunderstorm. The first thing i think of is Headstand. The pose has since become a counselor, a doctor, a teacher, a soulmate that i can connect with. If i have a bad sleep, and a full practice was real challenge.... i will just flip up a headstand.
Allowing the blood to fill up my mind, for at least 5 minutes or 50 breathes; and lie back down for a short relaxation ( the relaxation feel deep and short, but every time when i open my eyes, i realized one hour had passed!) . There is a gradual coolness running under my skin, the calmness in my head that makes it impossible for me to think about anything; but to just lie down and be present.
All problems root from the mind, and shall be dissolve through the mind.
08 August 2012
Because... i was distracted.
Something occurred to me when my practice did not happen smoothly as expected, i started to doubt and question myself. The same primary series practice which i've been doing for quite a while, that i could not flick it out of my head; but for the last few weeks, i find it draggy to flow through it. Why?
I became i real blame s**t. I blamed that the drilling in the opposite void deck is too distracting, i blame that the cars along the street, i blamed the garang guni ( rag- and -bone man) should stop shouting for business, i blamed that my body is too heavy....
It was every time when i reach badha konasana Butterfly pose, i got really really distracted, and gave in to the struggle.
Once, i manage to get a quiet two hours slot for my practice; am alone at home, the windows are shut... everything should be quite fine. But no! after the same pose, i realized that the loudest distraction was my mind. Old memories did not only flow, they gushed out... and i watched how it successfully halted me to a stop.
I knew nobody was to blame for the distractions, but myself.
I was actually tired from the same old trick i trick myself into; so, i got off the mat, and went for a cold shower. I talked myself through... for whatever was appearing and happening. It sounds crazy, but i did.
Cold shower really works... try it:)!
This time, i did my practice while my sis was having her dinner. I could hear the clinking of the plates and chomping from her mouth. Hungrily yet peacefully, the practice was breezy that evening:)
Practicing yoga is like reading a worthy book, again and again. The story never change, but in every time you revisit those pages again, you learn something new, gain a different insights.
I became i real blame s**t. I blamed that the drilling in the opposite void deck is too distracting, i blame that the cars along the street, i blamed the garang guni ( rag- and -bone man) should stop shouting for business, i blamed that my body is too heavy....
It was every time when i reach badha konasana Butterfly pose, i got really really distracted, and gave in to the struggle.
Once, i manage to get a quiet two hours slot for my practice; am alone at home, the windows are shut... everything should be quite fine. But no! after the same pose, i realized that the loudest distraction was my mind. Old memories did not only flow, they gushed out... and i watched how it successfully halted me to a stop.
I was actually tired from the same old trick i trick myself into; so, i got off the mat, and went for a cold shower. I talked myself through... for whatever was appearing and happening. It sounds crazy, but i did.
Cold shower really works... try it:)!
This time, i did my practice while my sis was having her dinner. I could hear the clinking of the plates and chomping from her mouth. Hungrily yet peacefully, the practice was breezy that evening:)
Practicing yoga is like reading a worthy book, again and again. The story never change, but in every time you revisit those pages again, you learn something new, gain a different insights.
05 August 2012
SunDay= Sunny + Day
When i was young, i always thought Sunday was the last day of the week, & Monday was the beginning of the week. Because i heard how the adults sighed with... " Oh Sunday's ending and Monday is coming..!"
I then realized that Sunday is the beginning of the week.
That sounds so much better, Sunny + Day = SunDay!
Years ago, i blew my Sunday away by tugging under the blanket, and get really lazy the whole day. Which... does made my Monday blues -...-
Have a great kick start in the first day of the week, a celebration of another on- coming week ahead! I spend my sunny time with a group of yogis; i really appreciate the effort they made to climb out of their morning lazy bone, and coming to learn something about themselves every week!
I've a friend said he Grow Fat on Sunday by eating, some exercise to get some fresh air, some catching up their sleep, some doing housework, some packing for short getaway to recharge.... It doesn't matter!
So long as.... the day Ended to Begin a better next!
I then realized that Sunday is the beginning of the week.
That sounds so much better, Sunny + Day = SunDay!
Years ago, i blew my Sunday away by tugging under the blanket, and get really lazy the whole day. Which... does made my Monday blues -...-
Have a great kick start in the first day of the week, a celebration of another on- coming week ahead! I spend my sunny time with a group of yogis; i really appreciate the effort they made to climb out of their morning lazy bone, and coming to learn something about themselves every week!
I've a friend said he Grow Fat on Sunday by eating, some exercise to get some fresh air, some catching up their sleep, some doing housework, some packing for short getaway to recharge.... It doesn't matter!
So long as.... the day Ended to Begin a better next!
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