15 April 2015

Resuming into routine. Same spot. Many different thoughts.

It’s been a while since I get myself to doodle on the keyboard.
Today is a good day.
Today is the right mood to get my fingers to dance in prints of thoughts.

Done with an early morning class. No practice on ladies holiday.
I slot my Mac Air in my bag and headed out.
I like dawn. My mind is clearer and I get to enjoy every bloom of the morning, better.

I go to the same Starbucks every time when I’m in town; the one just beside Wheelock.
More accurately, I like the bench- table that smacks right in the middle of the interior.
It seems to be tailored according to my physical measurements.

I would always take on the same corner seat, facing the glass door; that’s my comfortable spot.

At least my short-distanced lower limbs get a leg-rest, instead of dangling in the mid-air. Tucked myself under the table—and everything sets off after a sip of coffee or tea. 

Today, I had an Americano. It tasted less sour than the last time I had it (many months ago), I prefer it this way.
Sometimes, we could possibly know the outcome of the beverage just by looking at the person who prepares it--- in this case, he is in a good mood.

Cozy and spacy, many of my blog posts and creative ideas happened here.

Most students got their engine started on regular practice—I get to see some of them more often.

It was interesting to see where the practice has taken them.
To take their practice beyond the physical plane, I would usually want to have a quick post-practice chat.

I’m happy that this time, they are starting to break down into pieces in front of me. And I’ve gotten used of tears and wailing.

Revealing a little of what’s under those layers, it makes my work--- of working with them back on the mat easier.

Fortunately, most didn’t like how I was “ hammering” them initially.

But were relieved and happy to drop the cover of pretense to let out--- and allowing me to see what they had been hiding inside them all these while.

The trip to Mysore, India last year, those lessons slowly came into light when I resume teaching.

" A good teacher doesn’t pamper the students."

~ Sharath Jois, addressing to the question on the quality of a teacher during the weekly conference.

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.