What does Yoga do for You?

Earlier this week I went to my local coffeeshop and the barista asked me: „You are a Yoga Teacher, right?“ It took me a second to say; yes! I was puzzled of how she could possibly know this? I mean, it’s not like wearing leggings and a tank-top scream Yoga Teacher anymore, or maybe it still does? For all she knew I could have just taken a yoga class. Then again, she only ever sees me in leggings and a tank-top. My hair mostly looks like it’s just coming down from a handstand and if I don’t wear flip-flops, I wear sneakers. My uniform doesn’t look like the perfect suit but it sure as hell suits me in the department of comfort.

She took my usual order and there was a slight pause, we looked at each other. There was a line forming behind me. I tilted my head slightly to the right and smiled at her.

„So, what does yoga do for you? Why do people do yoga?“ she asked. I took a deep inhale and a deep exhale, I didn’t see that coming. What is the purpose of yoga? I asked myself? I caught myself thinking; what an excellent question! Hm, how do I answer that without opening up a can of worms? I looked at her thoughtfully, the line still getting longer behind me, my thoughts scrambling for a short and truthful, yet adequate answer. I said; „It makes you more OK. Yoga makes you more OK with this world and yourself.“ She nodded. My answer seemed like it made sense to her.

What does yoga do for you?

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This happened in late June 2018 – I truly believe YOGA with all its limbs has the power to make you more OK. Keep practicing! 

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The Vulnerability of the Heart

It is precious. Like the careful holding of a fresh, hand-blown, very thin glass bubble. Warm and soothing. You hold it tight yet, very gentle at the same time. It is perfect because it is yours. Touching the glass, you can feel your blood pulsate through your fingertips. The grip is steady. Holding it up to your eyes, it seems almost like you are able to look through a blurry, transparent slide of life.

You know if you’d push more, if you cling to it, the glass bubble will break into hundreds of little pieces. There is only so much and so long you can hold on to (it).

And then when the heart breaks, all you’re left with is the utter gutted beauty of the rawness. The sharp edges of the broken glass bubble. The bubble that is no more. The roundness has become edgy. Splintered. The glass shattered. What once held warmth and light has disappeared. The bubble vanished into air & space. Leaving tiny pieces behind, in your hands. If you look closely you will see that the lines of your palms are trying to hold onto some of the sparkle. The shimmering beauty of it all.

Oh the vulnerability!
The suffering and the pain.
Apparent in shambles. Right in front of you.

Buddha once said; “All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.”

So the work begins; you find yourself at the start. Breathing in and out. Not sure where to begin, as you are mesmerized by feeling the sheer pain inside, yet looking at pieces of life on the outside. You hear your breath within, like when your immersed under water trying to numb out the noise. The patching back together of the heart after the break and the letting go is as precious as the vulnerability of it. The glass pieces don’t fit together anymore. No matter how hard you try. There are too many. Lines. Pieces. Years.

As it so happens, you’ll find the same vulnerability right after coming back to your mat; with an injury. You can feel the shadow of your pain. It is lingering in very deep corners of your tissues. The injury has left a mark, it’s imprinted deep within, or perhaps even visible on your body. You know it is there. The heart knows. Even the breath knows. You are more gentle. It’s the beginning. A new path line.

With an extra layer of caution, of kindness. You have Love.

There is nothing else left to do than to carefully re-educate and re-evaluate your movement. Practice.
One step at a time. Patience.
Peace.

And so it is.
The Heart.

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Something between a poem and a short story. 

My Photography Project

A couple of weeks ago a private client I’ve been working with for the past year asked me what else I like to do, apart from yoga? I smiled and thought about it.

Let’s see; yoga is what supports my life. It’s my work. It’s how I support myself and pay for my living. It’s hard work. It’s beautiful work. It’s the only work I can truly identify with.

Do I have a hobby? I asked myself. Is my work my life? Or is it my life’s work? I was thinking, then I replied; yes I do. I like to take photographs.

I went home and pondered on over this question. I talked about it with my soulmate well into the morning light and we ended up at svādhyāya. The inquiry to the self. It has taught me that everything is connected. The limbs of yoga, of union.

So when I teach yoga in a group and prepare a sequence; I create forms in movement. The forms transition into shapes. When I wake up in the morning I invite my breath to dance with my spirit. The prana flows with me on the mat. My practice. Pranayama. When I sit in stillness I become more aware. I am. When I write my feelings onto pages I practice letting go and yet at the same time I give birth to thoughts. Inspiration.

And so it is… that through my photography my eyes see. They meditate on one focus, one moment in time. It is not a mere expression, nor a projection. Perhaps it is an illusion? There is no reaction other than feeling. A feeling in the present moment — to see. Dristhti. Pratyahara. Dharana.

It goes without saying that to produce art one has to create art.
Make Love. Always.

 

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I’ve been working with an experienced art critic and a gallerist  to sell limited prints. This one is the first of 5 | Title: “Ísland Loft” | 60x60cm | 490.- chf.
I am moving out of my comfort zone. One step at a time — more news soon

To support my photography project email: yoga@hanumanshala.ch 

The Middle Path – A Poem

When it all comes together the middle forms a path in between ruthless nature. We worry about how things will turn out — when the pieces match long before they fall (apart) and come together (right) in front of you — in a perfect way.

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This picture is taken from a video. I was riding down from Schatzalp into Davos at the end of March 2018. 

Pratyahara – A Poem

Trust the love
you once had
deep inside (yourself)

Folding into ease
Surrender to ahimsa of the Self

Recuperating
a (broken) heart full of life
It takes practice

to believe

To know you will
once
You
trust the love
you once had

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Photo: F. Van Hecke @Casa Corvo, Novaggio – Switzerland | 2018