Old Scrap Notes

I haven’t written here for a while. Today as I was cleaning and clearing my flat I found a few old notebooks, some scrap notes and drawings that I made in the last couple of years. Some made me laugh. Some I didn’t understand and these few I thought I would share: I want to look right there. Live right there where only you know. Meet your soul there And be. Once. Always. Forever. Now (Mexico City, 2014) -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Brother, sister talk to me.   Brother, sister don’t leave me.   We smoked from the pipe We drank the tea We are the type that they never see   We feel what others just sense We are what they dream We jumped the fence We bathe in the stream   Brother, sister You are the love that flows through me You are now a part of me (Pachamama, Costa Rica November 2012) -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Will you soon become just a memory? I wonder what it is that I will remember the most… Will it be your smell or the way you walk? Or maybe your smile this morning as I woke up.   Will I remember you laughing? Will I remember that kiss that never was? -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Love and Happiness, Mannu

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