It's interesting that when I set up this blog, I chose the title ‘yoga journey’ – not ‘Mysore blog’, ‘6 weeks in India’ or ‘yoga teacher training’. As such, ‘Yoga Journey’ implies that, while this period in India is coming to an end, the actual journey has just stared and can continue if I choose it to continue (which I have all intentions to!). Little did I know when I decided to do the TTC, how much these 6 weeks would open up channels and parts of my personality and views on my life, priorities, directions, that I didn’t know existed. For those of you who know me will remember that I had a bit of a traumatic bicycle accident earlier this year and was hauled up more or less in bed for 3 weeks (what a joy it was when I could walk steps up and down again – even if it was only with one foot at a time! And how nice it was when the cast on my arm came off, so I could floss my teeth again!). It was a challenging time for me (being thrown into more or less complete inactivity) as well as those around me and had to take care of me every day (Andrew) – and we are not only talking in terms of my physical ineptness but also all the mental ‘stuff’ that came along with it. But I’m digressing...
What happened towards the end of my recovery was the announcemt from my Shala that there would be an anatomy and kinesiology course held with specific focus on yoga asana (taught by Noah). Because I wasn’t able to practice yet, I thought ‘at least I can indulge in some theory and hopefully apply that to my practice when I get back on my two feet’.
Andrew knew how much I loved the scientific approach that Noah took and then pointed me to his website, where there was the announcement of a teacher training program: “Isn’t that something you were considering?” ahem, yes, no, I don't know – and I was more than once talking to my friend Karen about that I was ‘considering’ doing the training and she just smiled in that knowing way that only Karen can smile and said “You have already made up your mind – what are you hesitating about?”.
Isn’t it funny that we often know deep in our hearts (the ‘Self’) what we really should be doing or which path we should be taking, yet we hesitate in the so-called face of reality because of ... “things”: Opinions, expectations, long-engrained paradigms that go back to the way we were brought up, past hurts, disappointments – all these barriers that are just artificial constructs and which we tend to collect like stamps or coins (yes, I must admit, I once had a stamp collection!!!) and occlude more and more the truth that lies beyond that.
What I’m saying here is that the yoga journey that led to this TTC started before I even cared to admit it and I really hope that this month where I could indulge in the profound effects of meditation and asana will allow me to be more open and receptive for the real future journeys – and not to go back and replay past karmas and appreciate the importance of capturing what is in any particular moment.
And although it may be scary (because it may mean breaking down long-held beliefs about oneself), sometimes you know it’s only scary because you haven’t openend to that part of your heart yet – and to quote Steve Jobs again: ”You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”
Maybe this is where climbing and yoga have distinct commonalities: rock-climbing can be such an amazing experience because when you are particularly doing a new lead climb, you are naturally scared (because you are probably climbing close to your limit or the climbing book is particularly vague about the crux or where the hell the climb goes after the third pitch) – so you are incredibly aware of the moment and nothing else exists except this moment and you are hoping that the ‘dots will connect for you’ (including hoping that your belayer is paying attention in case you pump out and take a nice whipper). And while yoga asana doesn’t give you the adrenalin rush (but plenty of other endorphins), it is similar in that you are there on your mat, and hopefully your mind is not drifting to what smoothie you are going to have for breakfast (yes, that sometimes occurred to me more than once this month) but then you hold the pose for just this tiny bit longer and your muscles will soon bring your wandering mind to where you should be – in the pose and how it feels.....
So, I have come to trust these strange dots that bring wonderful people and experiences into my life and am sure that they will all line up in a way that will make sense at some point :-).
All those friends back in Adelaide: see you soon! All my Mysore friends: I hope our paths will cross again!
Namaste!