Saturday, July 30, 2011

thinking thinking

I will have to get back in the habit of writing more often.  Bad lady, not blogging for weeks at a time.  I have been on a bit of a roller coaster the last while; it seems as though the universe is trying to remind me of impermanence.  The only constant in this life is change.  As easy as it is to get comfortable with the people we surround ourselves with, it is important to weed out the ones who are not kind or respectful or supportive.  That being said, maybe there is a bit of learning to be done about forgiveness as well?  As a scorpio, I have a memory that simply won't forget what people say and do to hurt me, and I can hold a grudge like no other, but I am working on it.  This forgiveness thing is difficult, but seeing as how we are all flawed, it is something that is pretty crucial to embrace. 
Other upcoming changes:  in order to fulfill my visa requirements to apply for another year in Australia, I have to complete 3 months of agricultural work.  In a few weeks time I will be starting to work on a bio-dynamic farm, so that will be a big change too, but one that I will be glad to embark upon.  It will be good to be outside in the dirt, reconnecting to my roots of having grown up on a farm, and learning something completely new.  I may even invest in a big straw hat as the weather warms up :)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Pardon???

It is cold enough to see my breath this morning, and it was yesterday as well.  When I moved to Australia, this is not what I bargained for!!!  Good thing I have plenty of yarn and crochet hooks, maybe I will make my self some long johns.  The bike ride down to Samudra is short, but painful in this weather, and I know I have no right to complain after surviving Canadian winters through my entire childhood, but holy doodle, not liking the cold mornings.  The afternoons are beautiful: crisp, clear, and sunshine beaming across the sky and dancing through the windows.  But 4AM?  Yeesh.

A short list of things I am grateful for on cold mornings:
~A pre-yoga cup of coffee
~Ugg boots
~The $2 space heater I picked up at a garage sale
~The under-floor heating in the yoga room
~My purple beanie/toque
~The hoodie that I am wearing right now, with extra cozy fuzziness on the inside

Happy summer to all my northern hemisphere friends, I am a wee bit envious right now!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Guru Purnima

Today is a special occasion, the full moon of this month marks the birthday of Pattabhi Jois, and is also an important day known as Guru Purnima for honoring gurus in hindu culture.  Guruji passed away over two years ago, but his legacy still shines brightly and continues to touch the lives of Ashtanga practitioners around the world.  I took a moment today in the shala at Samudra to pay my tributes, and around the world today many other people will have done the same.  When you hear of all the crazy, destructive things that people get up to in the world, it is nice to be a part of a movement that is encouraging love and peace and community instead.

"Yoga, as a way of life and a philosophy, can be practiced by anyone with inclination to undertake it, for yoga belongs to humanity as a whole. It is not the property of any one group or any one individual, but can be followed by any and all, in any corner of the globe, regardless of class, creed or religion."

- Sri K. Pattabhi Jois




Thursday, July 7, 2011

Beanies, Tapas, Pants. Interesting combo.

When it rains, it pours.  Not much time for blogging lately, but heaps has been going on.  Winter is in full swing here, complete with crazy storms and me turning into a popsicle the mintue I jump out of bed in the morning.  The weather isn't really all that cold, at least in comparison to a Canadian winter, but houses aren't really insulated the same way and being a little low on body fat insulation I don't retain heat for long on my own.  The upside about the cold weather is that everyone is getting rugged up and I am doing pretty well with selling toques/beanies and mittens at the local farmers markets.  and the good thing about living in a small town like Dunsborough is that word travels fast and I am the only crafty lady at the markets under the age of... 65ish.  I guess I stand out in the crowd. 

Things have been a little emotional in yoga lately, and it is a good test of tapas (discipline) to have a tough go of things sometimes.  When practice is effortless and light, getting on the mat in the morning is a pleasure, but when stuff comes up and the body is feeling lethargic/unresponsive/vulnerable/all of the above, it becomes a test of mind over matter and a question of commitment as well.  Learning how to keep going through the rough patches is all part of building up to a sustainable, lifelong practice, and I imagine it is something everyone goes through.  I mean, it would be much easier some days to roll over in bed, turn off the alarm, deem it a "ladies holiday" even if it isn't and burrow back under the covers until a more reasonable hour, but to get up and stare down whatever it is that has your knickers in a twist in the first place is going to be much more productive in the long run.  And for every time I get up when I really really really wanted to just stay in bed, I am sure to reward myself with a nap in the afternoon.  I also reward myself with naps on many other days the rare occasion, but nothing, NOTHING will keep me from a good long siesta on days where I contemplated not getting up at all or having a faux ladies holiday. 
As an optimist, when life wrings me out a bit, I still tend to see the bright side of things, even if it takes me a few days of blah to get there.  Things have been good with my kiwi; last weekend I turned lumberjack for the afternoon and we went on an epic firewood hunting adventure that involved me swinging an axe.  I am tougher than I look.  Haven't been able to see him this week though; he is working up in Perth to install a garden at a high school, super cool project.  The other thing I have noticed this week is how much love I get from my friends at work, the yoga students and a fair few strangers as well.    So moral of the story: when you see someone who looks like they need a hug, chances are good that they really do.  Hug them.  Share love, share kindness, and it will come back to you when you need it. 
Also, on a completely different note, I went to a second hand shop this afternoon to look for pants, as I have one pair of functional jeans at the moment, and things get dicey around laundry day if they haven't dried by the time I need them.  I saw a pair of skinny leg grey trouser style pants on the boys rack, that is little boys, age 10-14, as I headed over to the ladies section, and thought I would chance it, not hoping for much as I noticed they were a size 11-12years.  Tried them, buttoned them, looked at my bum in the mirror, bought them.  Didn't think it was possible, but scored new clothes for $2.  Not complaining.