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Yogini, writer/poet, teacher, irreplaceable friend!

I wish I had more to give you. Everyday, you offer me a way to silence my shuffle. God knows where this urban unrest comes from? Yet, in the soft amber light of the glowing candles we pause. Closing eyes is an option we can all take sometime. But what about the endless sinister suggestions that keep brewing a channel right down my middle? I am still rendering a new stop sign to that battle. “Give up already, I tell myself.” “No more tracking life, I admonish.” But I must keep admonishing myself. All the time.

Yesterday, your face looked beet root red. I concentrated on the trail of music, your brand of notes that lead us forward, and thought every new beginning made sense. For every new beginning makes a silent restoration of the past. Thus I paid homage to every ending note and stayed energized through every commencement. It would sure anatomize a new life. So when I glanced at your face and saw the flash of color spread across its horizon my hand rose tall and my arm lifted out from right underneath where will beats indifference. There I found my mystery buddy who awoke and responded to your daring happiness every time you raised or lowered the melody.

Just wanted to say I was there; I harmonized despite the battle and you showed mercy in flicking my flaws. Swept off my feet shall I say, by this Yoga!

Barsana Dham Yoga Retreat

Once you entered in the yoga center, you knew there was something special about this place.  The moment I saw you entering into the center, I knew there is something special about you.  The center is different, mystic, gentle, quiet and full of energy at the same time.  It is the place where we all leave our worries out, and throw ourselves in the arms of that energy in it.  It is with expectation, curiosity that you come through that door.  And I am so glad you did.  You never knew you were going to find you…

You come and participate with many words, weird words, Sanskrit words; and we chant together.  We take turns to listen to each other, to let the mind quiet down.  You let these powerful chant enter your being, and elevate your mood, prepare you for class.  Maybe you come and sit and participate, even without saying a word, with your hearts, and your own energy.  Your internal smile that breaks all barriers.  You gently close your eyes, looking inside, looking for your own truth, your heart.  You move your breath that just sits unmoved, holding keeping your deepest energy, inside.  And, you are reminded to just simply let it out, to exhale.  With that exhalation all the daily layers are peeled off, and you find your Self opened; the shoulders drop, the chest softens.  Then movement dances along with your breath.  Movement that invites muscles and nerves, bones and joints, fluids and blood, move in places you had forgotten were there.  The skin becomes alive, the senses deepen inward, and we feel moving floating, swimming in an ocean of energy; all seems intangible, maybe not logical, but equally real.

Sweat and effort come through your body.  The body takes you to places in your mind maybe forgotten.  Memories, distractions, things that were inside come running out.  The mind tries to hold on to things in the past, or expectations of the future.  The mind jumps, kicks, rebels, protests… Finally, the asanas take you deeper; you surrender.  The breath is fluent, the mind quiets down, the heart truly opens, the senses travel to unfathomable peaceful places.  We reach savasana…you let go, floating like a leaf carried but gentle wind.  Deep, imperceptible breath.

That special you that has walked through the yoga class at this little center in Houston – once or many times – has extended.  You are now everywhere.  You are in all corners of Houston, Clear Lake, Conroe, San Antonio, Austin, Galveston becoming

Enthusiastic Yogis

a doctor, Fort Davis being sharing yoga with others.  You are now in the East coast getting a better education, and the West coast pursuing your writer dreams.  You are North, way South, back in your home country.  You are in the UK, Netherlands, India, China, Colombia, South Africa, France, Costa Rica, Australia, Mexico… you are still in our hearts.  You make this yoga center.

I see this special person, walking in the yoga center.  That special heart.  That special soul, still part, connected.  I miss you.  I love you most for all that you give and that you are – really.

Namasté.

Just sitting around the fire place, in those magic moments, with friends that we find only by the Grace of God.  We had just finished a wonderful meal, after offering it with beautiful mantras that made the act of eating more than feeding the gut, but enlivening the soul.  We were discussing life, laughing, being with each other, just like good friends can do.  In my heart there is great sense of gratitude, and at the same time of wonder, “What have we done to deserve such great people in our lives?”  The conversation turns in the most joyful directions, between fun memories, future planned trips, reflections on our daily lives, sharing on their spiritual wisdom.  It was such a pleasure to be together.

Our dear friend shares this wonderful story that just traveled deep inside of me.  I thought it was very powerful and with a great deal of wisdom, just like he is.  I thought important enough to share.  He sat back and those lively eyes full of compassion and wisdom, and narrated the story.

“There was a very wealthy business man who had a very brilliant son.  They were celebrating with friends and family the son’s graduation from college.  The father over heard the son on his over-confidence that he did not have to do much in life to always be content.  The son was glowing in the glee of inexperience and innocent arrogance of youth.   The father challenged his son with a bet.  He would give him one million dollars at the end of 5 years if he could survive without any human contact.  He was not to see, talk, or touch any human being for this period.  The son immediately accepted as long as 2 conditions were met.  His father had to provide shelter, food, and books.  The father conceded.  He placed him the following morning in the separate quarters in the back of the house, without any visual contact with anyone.  The father would provide all meals, placed under his door, without any human contact.  All books that the son required were provided too.

The son, stayed for the long duration of five years without any contact with any human being.  He simply read and received his meals on time.  The father had no contact with the child and went on his business for five years too.  Both parties kept their promise.  The millionaire father started second guessing his decision to give his young son one million dollars as the due date approached.  He found all kinds of reasons and excuses not to part with his hard earned money.  The father was taken over by the sinister desire of killing his son, as the only way to keep his money.  The night before the deadline, the father snuck into the quarters where his son had lived for five years.  He was determined to kill him.  He approached the building and the room with skilled silence.  There was no noise, as in expectation of what would happen.  As he approached his son’s room, he found the door wide opened.  He walked and found nothing inside the room, except a small note.  The note said, “I ran away because I have found wisdom and happiness.  I did not want to wait until tomorrow morning when the money would have tempted me.  I rather live without the temptation on my own. Love, Your son.”

So many emotions were going through my mind and heart.  I could see how many of our lives have been deviated from their itinerary, simply by distractions on the way.  We look, even if we do not want to, for those things that glimmer around us.  We do constantly forget to be humble, to live humbly, to live simply, and simply live.  It is difficult to trust the process, the presence of Divinity in our lives; although it is there, even if we do not acknowledge it.  Is it possible to just live in loving surrendering…?

Present?

We are getting ready to one of the most important events in the year on our western world.  We are coming to the end of the calendar year.  These days can be so important physically and emotionally, but certainly spiritually.  ‘Tis the season for giving, celebrating, and welcoming new beginnings!

Yes, even in my older days these days are still full of significance.  In Christmas, Hanukah, etc, is all the symbolism of a spiritual rebirth.  Our western traditions pushes us to celebrate this rebirth.  We think of giving, sharing with loved ones, saying good bye to the old, and welcoming the new.

It is a special time of the year.  It is special because we think of all the many ways we can give thanks to the people we love.  It is the time of the year when we can take the time to plan out a special present, moment to show our gratitude towards the ones around us.  This is the time of the year where we extend our eyes beyond our family and friends to generously provide for others in need.  And this year has been a difficult year for many of us or around us.  Let’s give generously – from our heart. 

“What to give?” becomes our quest!  Simply, let us give time.  Should we start with ourselves?  Our inspiration and sincerity will become clear when our body and mind are connected, when we are in tune with who we are.  Take the time to stop, breath, reconnect.  Thus, our time with our loved ones, family or friends, will also be more significant.  Let’s give more of our time.  Real time.  Time is love.  Love is in demand.  We forget to be present, rather than to give presents.  It is the experiences shared in that time, not the price tag, the true gift.  Gifts are important, but maybe there is a most effective route to demonstrate our love.  A smile, a small note, a hand held, a time to listen, those are the memories that become gifts. 

I was recently reminded that love is the best healing gift you can offer to someone.  When we are able to spend time, to sit, and lovingly listen, then magical things happen.  God, Providence, Spirit, Mother Nature, Winter always, all ways invites us to tap into listening.  The entire city was invited to experience the beautiful and intriguing phenomenon of snow.  It only took a few minutes for me to be outside and just stand in awe…and listen.  I could truly listen through the silence of Nature.  It was in that moments that I experienced that internal conversation.  Those seconds were sufficient to become aware of that internal fire inside of me – that strength that gives, welcomes, experiences, forgives, empathizes, celebrates.  It is in that spirit that we find our fortitude to offer that peace to someone else.  I had to turn to a total stranger and share the moment of snow, quietness, joy!

We are always reminded, ‘Tis the season to give; to give of one Self.

Winter is a time to make a new affirmation. For me, it’s a time to sit back and reflect on my true nature. Where can I have more alignment? What parts need remembering? And what parts would I rather forget?

This winter I’d like to release a paper boat down a river, a lake, or a lagoon. It can carry all the burdens of my past–those experiences that fall our way wordlessly, like snow, without asking, and remain there until the light of realization. They too have a purpose which, whether we understand it or not, make our world a gentler, more compassionate place. Only after the boat has moved away can I begin to move in a new direction forward- – that is not to say we need deny any part of ourselves. It is only to accept that ‘I’ am at the center of things that happen to me from the left and right, and that I can always stay connected to that endless resource, Me.

That is my hope and affirmation for the Holidays. That is why I want to thank all those people in my life, my spouse for one, who have stood by me through my seasons and loved me despite.

Which brings me to the snow last week: Who would have thought we’d receive these snow flurries? Watching the snow slowly unite with the grounds and the rooftops was like watching the miracle of our world from inside a snow globe, heaven and bliss put together in a noiseless, tranquil dream. Was it really happening? Were we actually witnessing this glory of winter? As I watched my front yard transform into a Christmas greeting card I was greedy for more. I could not decide which room gave a better view of the joy outside, which broad window side provided perfection. So I made my way from room to room, upstairs and downstairs trying to freeze frame the gorgeous new slumber party all around. And I decided I could not pick a prize winning entry. The views were all quite breathtaking: the burnt-orange maple with neat sides of chunky whites, the jovial crepe myrtle sporting snow studs at the tip of each bare twig, and humble grass wearing an outer planetary angelic look. Why, nature had announced ‘twas the season!’ It was time to bring out the bright blue globes of serenity, the deep green holly of abundance, and shiny red bows of more love for loved ones.

Nature had just finished off a refreshing new canvass. How about we added color of our own from our renewed selves? Watch that paper boat sail far, far away, like snow because of snow?

Here’s wishing everyone a bright green red and gold merry Christmas. May the joy be yours as much as the peace of a soft, white, magical snowfall.

Just wanted to comment on Mother Teresa’s quoate. It is so simple that’s it’s almost trouble. It would be so nice to have all these profound words of wisdom painted on our walls. That way we can look at them when we wake up and look them over once more when we lay down to sleep. Thanks so much for putting such inspiring words on the website.  It sends out exactly the message I need!

Aristotle View of the Universe

I was sitting on the couch feeling sick. Suddenly I picked up the book “SkyWatching” and started reading it. I read about how the early philosophers/astronomers Aristotle, Ptolemy then Copernicus, Keepler, and Galileo, each advanced a new understanding of the universe. From thinking of earth as being the center of the universe to the converse, Sun as the center of the universe each of these versions came with their own graphic proof, illustrating the simple yet beautiful answers to their individual inquiries. I was suddenly touched by these astronomers and their bewitching observations of the sky. For some reason, even their inadvertently faulty conclusions about the celestial bodies filled my eyes with tears.

Aristotle believed the Earth was the center of the universe and all the starts were “fixed” around it; Ptolemic even went so far ahead as to present a beautiful intricate model of concentric circles replicating his theory that the earth indeed lay at the center of this circular dimension. Each of these pictures looked like jewels because they represented the awesome human reach for something as vast as the sky and the audacity to claim that sky for posterity. Whether right or wrong these ancient knowledge seekers came alive for me that day through the pages of a forgotten book. As I flipped through them, something as distant as “sky watching,” not even within my remote range of interests, brought me in close touch with these new friends like they had been waiting to tell me their mysteries so I could delve into mysteries of my own: the deep seated blocks within my own physical, emotional and spiritual nature that held answers to my well being and were, equally, baffling. What made me so sickly? What nameless illness did I have? How could I heal myself? All of these questions I could probe without fear, even as the early astronomers probed the puzzles of their sky, our sky: Seek truth; Ask a question; Wonder; Understand; Never give up on the real possibility that a piece of the puzzle will come along leading to more pieces, so long as I trusted the question and believed that, ultimately, the universe would reply.

That is why the book fell in my lap in a perfect, chance moment of discovery. What a relief! I wasn’t alone. I was among friends who had never left; they would always be there because of their brave questions and their daring answers. From the constellation of Ursa Major, the Great Bear, to the configuration of sickness and health, I could begin to find my own answers.

If Galileo and others could chart out a course with human hands and human vision, so could I begin to know myself.

Inspiration. Don’t we all need to be inspired by something to be able to create and be moved to do. We all need that drive inside of us that awakens us. We all would like to look at life inspired, every day. We all have experienced this at one moment or another in our lives. We all have been moved to action by an incredible song, speech, story, a book, a personal hero, an experience in life.

We all have our heroes and moments and places we go for inspiration. Although, there is always that moment where we do not seem to find inspiration. I know I have been in places where I need that extra push, and do not find my Self. It is a lonely and difficult place to be. Life at that moment seems that sinks in altogether and at once. All loses perspective, and the world loses its natural brightness. Only then is when we are able to look inside and ask…humbly. Those “dark” moments are the most important movements in our lives, because from that place is when we are prone to grow, to change.

All great saints in history have had those moments. Imagine what about us simple mortals! St. Francis of Assisi called those his dark nights. The great Queen Kunti, from the Hindu tradition, used to pray to Krishna that He brought her moments on difficulty, because those were the only times she would sincerely not forget Him. So those dark nights are not a negative thing, they are our inspiration too.

Queen Kunti with Sun God Surya

Inspired, as I have heard from the author and teacher Wayne Dyer is to be “in-spirit”. We all need to remember our spirit. And it does not matter what we call that spirit, atman, soul, energy, chi. We all need to reconnect to that constantly. We do forget that we are a soul living the experience in this body. It is easier to identify ourselves with our limited exterior. We think we are our body, jobs, our bank account, our thoughts. Those are limited sources of inspiration. We have to remember, to re-member, or become members again, to reconnect to our spiritual source. There lies the source of our inspiration. Meditation, prayer, breath, silence, contemplation, etc., all these are tools to reconnect. Yoga has been the inspiration of my life, and still is. It is my moving meditation, my communication with my atman. It is through this practice that I find my inspiration to be of service to others. Be inspired…do not forget.

God doesn’t require us to succeed; he only requires that you try.
Mother Teresa

Another life lesson. We are fully engaged in making the website very interactive. All of the sudden we realized how much our expectations may always lead into disappointment. We had put all of our efforts in creating the best website for our students. We had worked so much in updating it daily, increased the volume of entries, updated the calendar, etc. Then, all of the sudden the site goes down and we are left dangling. It is disappointing to think of all the people that we know come to visit and read our entries. It may lead into frustration when we things are not under our control. But, when are they, really?

Haven’t we all experienced the same feelings?  Is this common or natural? I know even coming to the teach a yoga class with the expectation in my mind that all students come to experience the perfect class. Boy! That is a heavy burden to carry. I am not always there, emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually. It is always a very heavy responsibility on our shoulders when we have one of the 20 students not have a great class… It is hard to be in the moment and not fall in the trap of the false ego. It is hard to stay away from my own expectations, even the expectation to be of service to everyone. It is impossible to be all that all the time. What is it one to do?

Easier said than done. All I can do is our best every time. To show up in every circumstance, just to be there, and be opened and observant to what comes up in every breath. It is not meant to be pretty all the time. It is not meant to be easy all the time. It is not meant to make us look away, but look into. That is to practice yoga.

Perfection is an unattainable concept in this world. Perfection is a spiritual quality. We do experience glimpses of it, but they do not last here. They entangle us enough to make us believe we need more of this, our drug. That is the concept of maya in yoga. We think we need more things, another puff of a cigarette, another drink, another job title, another relationship, another drop of happiness. We are all thirsty for happiness and love.

We are in the process of making our lives more spiritual, and we will miss the mark, more often than not. Compassion and truthfulness have to be close companions. These are painful qualities that are best first applied to our own selves.

If we find ourselves so engulfed in our own ego, then love others. Service to others is the best way to make love practical. We will forget that we are or not perfect, what we lack or where we fall short. There are so many people in need around who need us. We will then realize our connectivity with others – we are nor alone. Maybe the lesson is to know that we are here together for one purpose alone, to learn to love God. Just another life lesson.