10/12/10
I am very much inspired by the notion that all beings and in fact all things (plants etc.) are our teachers, all we need to do is watch and listen to them!
Contemplating equality and that we are all equal I enjoy meditating on this quote:
“By virtue of the air that we breathe we all share life” Gabrielle Roth
Today I have a feeling of knowing that it is easy for me to practice yoga here in India because I have silence, I have peace, I have contentment and happiness. Sometimes in daily life in Birmingham these factors are not present and this is where the challenge lies to keep practicing even when the circumstances don’t feel conducive, as Patabi Jois says “99% practice, 1% theory!”
16/12/10
Grateful for my legs, arms, hands, feet, body, spine……………grateful for my strength, my flexibility, grateful that when I ask my body to do something it does it, grateful that my soul chose this machine to live in, grateful for my health. Grateful that my yoga teacher has enabled me to work with back bends more, I am feeling the emotions that have been trapped in these muscles being released, it’s been physically challenging and emotionally interesting as these thoughts and feelings that have been hiding in my body get squeezed out!
At the start of the practice we place our hands together in prayer position in front of our heart and bow our heads to our heart. Our teacher says: “Bow your head to your heart, your true teacher”. I have carried this with me every day, my heart-my true teacher! I bow my head to my heart and ask it what it has to say………..and sometimes it really surprises me!
I wrote this after spending some time with my good friends that live here in India:
We came together from the four corners
We met in this place
Our intentions are shared
Laughter vibrates the energy around us
Drums beat, bells ring and the rattle shakes
A recipe for happiness
Children trapped in adults bodies
Light beings from afar in touch with the source
Together on this small round planet in these bodies
But today the weight of these bodies is lifted
Lifted with our spirits
High energy
Togetherness, Love, Fun, Games, Laughs and shared joy
The moon is our witness
She is so bright – the night sun
She looks so fresh, if I could lick her she would taste of yogurt! Clean and fresh to my pallet
If she could fit inside my mouth she would be as cool as an ice cube, melting and salivating my taste buds
The night sun shines
Spreading her rays across the ocean
Each wave is like liquid silver, molten and oozing across the shore
A sparkling metallic glint in my eye
The stars in the sky like light bulbs suspended on long cords
I wonder just how long those cords must be!
God pulls the cables like a puppet on string as he teases me with these far away blinking suns
He is like a grandfather teasing his grandchild
It seems Grandfather God is the eternal child as well, just a light hearted playful soul encased in an ancient ideal
I look at my shadow
How strange that it should be there
I remember a time when a shadow was not a possession of mine
Still……….I’m intrigued by it now, looking at it there, following my every move
Its feet matching my feet!
The child in me half hoping it will do something different like skip and dance when I stop still!
Grandmother Earth gives me a gift – one perfectly formed shell
This gift is to remind me of my promise to Great Spirit.
Thank you for reading my blogs about my trip to India, I hope you have enjoyed them as much as I have enjoyed writing them, lots of love, Lulu xxx
