11 February 2015

A Worthy Barter Trade.

15 more days and its time to depart for home, I’m counting my days left in Mysore.

I miss my clean nails, well-managed hair, uncracking heels, clean drinking water straight from the tap, walking the street with a little more peace of mind, clean air, the convenience of public transport, consuming ice cubes, salads & sushi without having to think about chances of getting bad tummy, dustless floor…

I am a city girl after all.

4am, what will you be doing at this time friends?
Snoozing in dreamland, maybe?

I’m standing in the bathroom, looking at my messed up  hair, half-woken face… brushing my teeth. 

4.30am, what will you doing at this time friends?
Flipping over the otherside getting into a comfortable sleeping position, maybe?

I sat down in the dining area in a quiet morning, sipping coffee in hope to widen my eyes… before heading out.

Sometimes, walking along the dim-lite street at wee hour to the shala, I thought…
“ What am I doing at this hour going for practice… it is just bizarre”

Sometime in life is like that, isn’t it?
Everyday dogs encounter in a morning walk
There is a core and all other stuff just revolves around. 

Somehow, in some way, when we set our eyes on that ONE thing…. we learn how to stop sweating over the small stuffs. 

I constantly remind myself the intention of being in Mysore— not be get suck into the whirlpool of distractions that may deviate me from my personal learning. 

For the fact that, it is not a simple decision to put aside 3 months in Mysore--- the many months before of constant preparation (just to make this trip happen) was also part of the practice. 

Mysore is not a holiday. It’s not a time that we get comfortable or an escape from our problems.

There is a skeleton of disciplined routine we frame ourselves onto--- In that space, in fact, we are digging into our personal issues one by one, laying them in front us—a self-confrontation, is a dirty job.

Along side with the daily practice (without having to worry about work schedule), we learn to figure out a way to manage… there’s just nothing else to busy about except on ourselves.

It is a worthy barter trade of temporary material comfort for lifelong invaluable knowledge. 

We take this gift of knowledge back home, and use it in reality of the world that we are living. Re-entering our world a better person than we first left off.

28 January 2015

Penetration beyond the seen to the unseen.

If you have a stuffy nose, the flowers means nothing to you
If you are blind, the light means nothing to you.
If you are insensitive, nothing means anything to you.

We grow up on the mat, and mature with the practice.
Well, eventually.
Looking back from who I was, my mindset of practicing in Mysore has definitely evolved.

Getting new poses from Sharath is not too much of a concern--- the intention of grounding myself by threading through the Primary series & breathes with ease is my agenda.

I appreciate the constant reminder by Sharath during the weekly conference; of not putting the physical practice in the limelight---shining the torch onto the values of the system.

One thing that has really expands my spectrum is the behavior of people.
I’ve witnessed the best & the worst in people--- that I’ve felt heart-warmth & disgusted.
The space between dualities is where my perspective expands.
Seeing the happening of dualism: Though there are many pouring questions unanswered, there are too much for me to comprehend on interaction of different minds.

Most of us started the practice on an interest on a very physical level. 
Once comfort sets into gross body & breaths--- it creates a space for us to go deeper. That takes our practice into another dimension of experience.

Penetration, where our practice experience goes beyond poses.
At least, that is how I am feeling in my 2nd month of practice in the shala.

I guess it’s similar in life. What we see is not usually what we expect to get.

We all behave in a way to portray how we want others to see us.

Penetrates beyond what is presented in front of our eyes--- we witness both the light & the shadow. In there, we derived our own perception of truth.

Our action creates ripples;
Our voice resonates;
Our energy releases vibes;

We being as whom we are,
Are blessed with freedom of choices;
We decide how we want to treat others;
And how want to be treated. 

A good heart never goes wrong.

I particularly love idea of having last pose of the primary sequence--- “ Sethu Bandhasana”. Its translated as “ Bridge”.

The whole practice of the Ashtanga system comes into life when we learn how to build a bridge between the practice on the mat & into our daily living off the mat.

Every time when I spend my 5 breathes of time in the Bridge pose--- it sets as a personal reminder for me….

To bring what the practice had taught me into my daily living, through me.

26 January 2015

Tough love, its the relationship with my practice.

Sharath once said, “ Yoga don’t need you. You need yoga.”

Yes, I humbly take his words for whatever I had been through in the past;
and of having glimpses of clarity of knowing myself better today.

We comfortably get ourselves into one distraction after another, to cover the issues from the previous. Including the accumulation of underlying issues--- giving us a false knowledge (ajnana) of                “ Everything is OK”.

Which give us a realisation of how much we have been cheating ourselves ( asatya).

My current teacher back home, James highlighted a point,
“ Make mistakes. But make different mistakes.”
He explained that there is no point repeating the same mistake, with each time deepening the incorrect impression (samsakra) in us. 

By making different mistakes, at least, we are holding an attitude of exploring possibilities into making things better or right. Through that, we are being push out of our comfortable zone, until we are set on a right direction---
We begin to deepen the positive habits that will eventually progress us (both in the practice & well- being).

We are all beggars in life.

Some begs for materials, some begs for attentions, some begs for love.
In one-way or another, we are beggars of our own desire--- to make ourselves feel better.

In which, there is no superiority or inferiority, we are all the same, isn’t it?
Tough love, its the relationship with my practice. The more I run, the more it pulls me back—putting me into a position to face my own delusions.

Peeling layers of misconceptions, like shedding layers of an onion.
Gaining more clarity gradually--- closing the distance between what it is and our perception;
Allowing truth (satya) to smack right into my face; and I stop playing with denials.

Hitting the rock bottom, a dead end. At the weakest point, the practice teaches us how to draw strength from weakness and move on.

Instilling us to uphold as much integrity in life by having us to work hard—just enough to draw the right amount of strength within us.

James cited, “ A strong support is important.” Many teachers emphasize the essentiality of being grounded. The deeper we root ourselves, the higher we grow—that takes time. 

So how rooted do we need?
How much strength should we acquire?

At this point, I concur…
Strong enough to reject those that doesn’t serve us anymore;
Strong enough to accept the unknown coming into our lives;
Strong enough to recognize whom we are and stay firmly to our beliefs in what we are doing now even the whole world turns there back against us.

That much of a strength, I’ll have to do more chaturanga….