It's the merry month of May, and with it, came a mixed bag of sorts.
While my open soul feels rejuvenated and re-energised from being reunited with my Guru whom I hold the highest of respect for, I somehow lack the words to articulate those beautiful, yogic experiences on and off the mat. The inspirational chats we had [and this from a man of few but deeply insightful words], straightened out my perspectives, cast aside my storm clouds and brought my passion for teaching yoga to renewed heights. My Dharma could not be any clearer.
And then right out of those two precious Sadhana-like weeks, there came a lot of emotional turbulence in the country's political front, and although I refused to participate actively in anything that wouldn't contribute positively to my tapas, I couldn't help but be deeply saddened by what my country has become.
The past couple of days brought about some events that threatened to uproot and spin me in any crazy direction known to mankind, but I fought tooth and nail to remain as unfazed and grounded as a work-in-progress-yogi can.
I cling onto the energy from my precious two week Sadhana, refusing to be swept up by the tempest brewing around me. Instead, I navigate through it, trying to hop, skip and jump through all the puddles because life isn't about waiting for that storm to pass... it's about learning to dance in the rain.
And as it starts to rain heavily in the lil' corner of my world this evening, I step onto my mat... my refuge...
But between you and me, I'd really rather be doing this...
While my open soul feels rejuvenated and re-energised from being reunited with my Guru whom I hold the highest of respect for, I somehow lack the words to articulate those beautiful, yogic experiences on and off the mat. The inspirational chats we had [and this from a man of few but deeply insightful words], straightened out my perspectives, cast aside my storm clouds and brought my passion for teaching yoga to renewed heights. My Dharma could not be any clearer.
And then right out of those two precious Sadhana-like weeks, there came a lot of emotional turbulence in the country's political front, and although I refused to participate actively in anything that wouldn't contribute positively to my tapas, I couldn't help but be deeply saddened by what my country has become.
The past couple of days brought about some events that threatened to uproot and spin me in any crazy direction known to mankind, but I fought tooth and nail to remain as unfazed and grounded as a work-in-progress-yogi can.
I cling onto the energy from my precious two week Sadhana, refusing to be swept up by the tempest brewing around me. Instead, I navigate through it, trying to hop, skip and jump through all the puddles because life isn't about waiting for that storm to pass... it's about learning to dance in the rain.
And as it starts to rain heavily in the lil' corner of my world this evening, I step onto my mat... my refuge...
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| Me and Shadow Play |
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| I'd rather Live, Love, Laugh and Be Free |
May Your Rain Dance Be Joyful.
xx
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