Believe Again

Last night I found this post  while scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed:  The story  itself is quite impressive : “For 12 hours, two herds of wild South African elephants slowly made their way through the Zululand bush until they reached the house of late author Lawrence Anthony, the conservationist who saved their lives.” However, what really caught my attention were the comments by the poster and her friends. Incredulity, to say the least was the common denominator. And this level of disbelief resumes many of the faults I find with our modern life. Science and progress (And I’ am in no way against either of them) have blessed us with longer life expectancy, worldwide easy travel and communication, freedom of information and many other gifts. The price we have paid though, has been a disconnection with our true essence and with the world. As we see the Universe each time more as something we can quantify, measure, predict and explain; our lives have become disenchanted and demystified. Some skeptics may believe this is for the better. I beg to differ. The world around us is full of magic and miracles. Life itself is a great mystery. Love is the greatest force in the Universe and there aren’t any quarks or neutrinos or elusive Higgs Boson particles around to account for it. Yet, who hasn’t felt Love? Rationalism and Scientific progress played a key role in the development of our culture, but now we need to learn that our mind does not have to be in antagonism with our spirit. It is time to combine all this knowledge with our innermost feelings. What good is the best smartphone if you have no one to talk, email or text to? We need to connect again. First of all with our own bodies, then our true selves and then with each other and the whole Universe to which we belong. The key is believing. Our mind will always try to trick us into not believing. That’s exactly it’s function: to process the information received by the senses about the world around us. But the mind knows nothing about that which the senses don’t perceive and we and the Universe are made up of much more than what the senses can perceive. We need to reprogram and reboot. We need to slow our minds down, open our hearts and believe again. Love and Happiness, Mannu…

About purpose and inspiration…

A good friend asked me tonight: “So, what is your purpose with this website of yours. How do you intend to help the community?” At first I thought it was a great question (or two) just because I was thinking of writing tonight but I was lacking inspiration. As a yogi, the first that comes to mind is one of the principles taught in the Bhagavad Gita 12.12. In this chapter Krishna explains Bhakti Yoga (Yoga through the path of devotion and selfless action) to Arjuna:   “śreyo hi jñānam abhyāsāj jñānād dhyānaḿ viśiṣyate dhyānāt karma-phala-tyāgas tyāgāc chāntir anantaram   SYNONYMS śreyaḥ — better; hi — certainly; jñānam — knowledge; abhyāsāt — than practice; jñānāt — than knowledge; dhyānam — meditation; viśiṣyate — is considered better; dhyānāt — than meditation; karma-phala-tyāgaḥ — renunciation of the results of fruitive action; tyāgāt — by such renunciation; śāntiḥ — peace; anantaram — thereafter. TRANSLATION If you cannot take to this practice, then engage yourself in the cultivation of knowledge. Better than knowledge, however, is meditation, and better than meditation is renunciation of the fruits of action, for by such renunciation one can attain peace of mind.” [1]   Being completely honest, as much as I would like to consider myself completely selfless and altruistic in my actions. I think I am far from there. However, as I told my friend tonight I try really hard every second of my life. Even if I fail 99% of the time, it is ok; I’ll just keep on trying. And that is the point of the practice of Yoga. I always wanted to write a blog. I really don’t know why. I don’t have a purpose or an agenda. After my first post, I wrote this on Facebook as I shared the link to this outlet trying to get my friends to read me, like me, share me etcetera: “I always wanted to blog and finally today I found the courage” This was a comment in response to that from another beautiful friend of mine: “…I think you always had a courage but you didn't have a topic...” Maybe she’s right. Or maybe I was trying to look for that courage, that topic or that inspiration and that’s why I never started before. Maybe this is one more of the gifts yoga has given me. The night I started this site I was overwhelmed with beauty…

There’s always a first time…

About two years ago, I took what I though was the biggest hit I had ever taken (This is probably subject for another post). Little did I know it was actually the biggest blessing I have received. When I was at my  lowest point, Yoga came and saved my life. Then, it changed it. And, eventually, slowly slowly, it became my life. Last year, I realized it would be a sin not to share with the world all the Love and Happiness that flows through me because of Yoga and decided I wanted to teach my beautiful practice. Again, little did I know this decision had already been taken long before I could even imagine. It has not been an easy path since. It definitely has had some beautiful and magic moments, but also others full of doubt and fear. But if there’s anything Yoga has taught me is to surrender, trust and let Love guide. Tonight I taught my first class in a real studio. It is just a small step in a long path, but  a very meaningful one to me. I'm sure it was not the best class but it was special and honest. At some point when fear and doubt started to take the best of me. I surrendered again, thanked for the opportunity to teach, asked Love for inspiration and just let Love speak through me. I taught from deep within my heart. It was beautiful to feel the presence of some of my own teachers and fellow practitioners help me get through in those moments of nervousness and doubt. I can only hope that the students left with a little of what I felt tonight and that I was able to touch their hearts and inspire them in some way. To close the night off, after everyone had left the studio I sat in front of the altar to integrate my experience and thank. After a couple of minutes I was crying like a five years old girl. It was humbling and beautiful. Love and Happiness, Mannu