When I first did yoga, it slapped me in the face. It knocked me down, spun me around and picked me back up, just to knock me down again. It tasted both sweet and sour. I knew I knew nothing but I knew I wanted to learn more.
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but from the first day I was hooked.
Bringing the conscious understanding and practice of yoga into my life has changed my life forever. I don’t know who I would be today without yoga in my life. For this, I am forever grateful to my yoga.
This is the reason I named my studio, Rina Yoga. In Hindi, Rina means an ethical or moral debt to something or someone who has provided something of deeper value into your life like a guru or a god or goddess. And yoga has done this for me. Therefore, I wanted to name my studio something that would remind me always to be grateful and put all my unconditional love into my business and into my life.
Thank you Yoga for being the relentless friend that knocks me down and picks me up.
Thank you Yoga for providing me with purpose while I inhale and exhale throughout this lifetime.
Thank you Yoga for loving me so much that you never give up on me.
Thank you Yoga for speaking to me so clearly and directly.
Thank you Yoga for showing me new friends that also live in gratitude of you.
Thank you Yoga for respecting my path so much that you allow me to make my mistakes.
Thank you Yoga for giving me a chance to share you with the world.
Thank you Yoga for giving me a new set of glasses every time I don’t see the truth. Thank you Yoga for living inside of me so peacefully and loving me so unconditionally.
And thank you Students for wanting to experience Yoga with me.
Namaste’ Yoga and You!
This marks the first article I write to parents on behalf of children and a bystander who used to be a child, just like you.
My background is in yoga and my “frontground” is in fun and joy. I see the world as one big cartoon so I am able to relate easily with children and understand how they see the world. I consider it a blessing that I see the world this way because it makes things more colorful and animated.
Life exists because energy, also known as prana in yoga, exists. If something doesn’t have prana it doesn’t have life. My cartoon eyes see regular things in a more animated way hence making everything in this universe more vivid and alive. It’s quite exciting and worth trying sometime. In fact, when you see through the eyes of your child it is easy to see the truth more clearly.
Please pay attention to this first suggestion I will be making because it is amongst the most important. It will help you in the future to perceive and apply the future suggestions I make along the way.
My first suggestion to parents is…
Remember what it was like to be a kid.
There’s an important phrase I use to train my yoga teachers-to-be and it is, “put it on.” “Put it on” means that you are literally putting on what it feels like to be your child in that exact moment that he/she is communicating with you. No other moment matters except that one. If you can remember what it was like to be a kid and “put on” what they are feeling then you are coming from a place of understanding. I am certain you will be able to communicate better with yourself and your child – even if your child still isn’t going to get what they want, etc. I guarantee that your child will care less about getting what he/she wants if he/she feels that you are listening to him/her since you are taking the time to explain yourself truthfully. You will take the time to listen in that moment and explain yourself well because you remember how frustrating it was being a child when no adult would listen to you and casually disregarded you, “well, she’s just a kid.” No child feels like they are “just a kid.” They feel larger than life, and they are! They have more energy (prana) than any adult because they are more connected to it. Children are just pure emotion and expression. Children have no filters and this is something to be praised as long as it isn’t hurtful to themselves or others, but we will get to that topic another day.
Take a few moments to finish these sentences…
1. When I was a kid, I wish my parents had taken the time to: _____________________________________________________________________________________________
2. When I was a kid, I wish I would have been allowed to:
3. When I was a kid, I really wanted my parents to listen to me when I said or told them:
4. When I was a kid, did I feel understood by adults? If so, then please share why you did. If not, then please share what you would have liked to have had adults understand.
5. What is one thing my child is trying to communicate with me that I have been resistant to hearing?
10. Identify three things that cause you stress.
It is very difficult to change a current situation if you don’t know what is causing the problems in your life. Take a few moments to list three areas in your life that cause you stress. Awareness is the first step to making a change.
9. Ask yourself, “How do I presently cope with this stress?”
We all cope with stress differently and we usually don’t realize that some of our coping mechanisms are not the healthiest options. Are your ways of coping healthy or hurtful towards yourself? Just as an example, gossiping, drinking alcohol, over/under eating, withdrawing from others, doing drugs, having sex are all coping mechanisms that can potentially hurt yourself. Choosing other ways to cope like writing, exercise, music, outdoor activities, yoga, sharing your feelings with your family and friends could be healthier options. Again, awareness is the first step to making the change.
8. Delete the word “should” from your verbal and mental vocabulary.
I have learned that many of us use the word “should” in order to express where we think we “should” be in our lives by others’ ideals versus our own ideas of where we would like to be. For example, “I should be doing better in school” when you are already a great student is extra pressure put on you. Just take notice as to how many times you say the work “should,” like “I should be skinnier,” “I should be better,” etc.
7. Always ask yourself first “What action will maintain my peace?”
We sometimes react to certain situations without knowing if it’s in our best interest to react this way. When we ask ourselves the question, “What will maintain my peace?” usually the first answer is the truest. Follow it.
6. Have courage to make bold decisions.
As a teenager everything seems like the end of the world, which it very much is in that moment. Because of this, sometimes we are afraid to make decisions that could cost us a lot, but somewhere inside we know it’s the right decision for us. I encourage to make that bold decision for yourself. You are the only one that knows what is best for you. In the wise words of Nike, “Just do it!”
When I was a freshmen in high school, I was walking away from chatting with two of my best friends and when I turned around to make a silly face to them as a joke, they were mocking me behind my back. I turned back around and made the pivotal decision to no longer be friends with that group – and yes, that was the “cool” group at school. So don’t be afraid to make hard decisions that will change your experiences for more positive and healthy because you may be pleasantly surprised. (Update: I made four new friends that I am still close to today.)
5. Make a positive affirmation that will help you when you are feeling negative and depressed.
Unfortunately, we tend to be the most critical of ourselves and judge ourselves the most. This doesn’t change when you are an adult unless you start to train yourself early on to change your thoughts. So when you hear this judgment of yourself choose to use your positive affirmation in that very moment. It’s a form of self-brain washing. Positive affirmations can be “I am beautiful the way that I am.” “ I am strong and centered.” “I am comfortable in social settings.” “I am smart and worth expressing my opinion.” “I am capable.” “I am useful and helpful.” There are many more. Make sure that you don’t use any negative words – only positive ones.
4. Enjoy being your age.
Don’t rush to grow up. Just the fact that you are stressed out as a teenager is a red flag. Yes, things may be confusing and a lot of pressure may be placed on you, but you can choose to add more or just let yourself be however you need to be for now. You have the rest of your life to be an adult. Trust me, take your time and enjoy each moment.
3. Try to align your decisions so that your head, your heart and your gut are all in agreement. This is a way of practicing inner peace.
This definition of inner peace is one of the more simple ones that I could connect with in a tangible form. We can always tell when our heads, our hearts or our guts are talking to us. So when all three are aligned and saying the same thing to us then we know we are making the most sound decision for ourselves. It can be tricky so you have to pay close attention because sometimes we make decisions that sacrifice this in order to be “cool.” Listen carefully and you will be pleasantly surprised at your truth.
2. Forgive yourself for all your past actions.
You are a teenager. You are supposed to make mistakes and be emotional. Make a choice to learn from those lessons the best you can in that moment. This goes back to putting too much pressure on yourself. You will want to create a healthy habit of forgiving yourself early on in your life or else you will carry a much heavier load later. Once you choose a different, healthy way of dealing with the same problem you have healed yourself. This will be proof that you have forgiven yourself and moved on. Congrats!
1. Love yourself exactly as you are – with all the differences that it may bring.
We are all different and that is what makes us beautiful… truly. I am not just saying this cliché to “sound inspiring” but this challenge is something that I feel every teenager struggles with. Even us adults struggle with it, too. What do you feel when you meet someone confident and comfortable in their own skin? Probably a sense of admiration so become someone you admire. If we can shift our perception to understand that loving ourselves and embracing our quirks help us live in our truest place always, then what’s not attractive and sexy about that?
You are at the age of your first kiss, your first a-lot-of-things, that you will remember for the rest of your life. Do you want to make high school a memory you look back on and smile or a memory that haunts you for the rest of your life? What do you want to choose? Personally, at the age of 34 I still smile when I think of high school and I hope that when you get to my age you do too.
I have recently been introduced to the video below titled Alice Herz-Sommer. It is one of the most profound and beautiful videos I have seen in awhile. I’m sure it will be one that stays with me my whole life. Unfortunately it only has 124,000 right now and it was posted at the beginning of this year.
Conversely, if you look at other videos online like the other one posted below titled iCARLY SPOOF, it has over 1 million views and was posted 2 days ago. This is the crap that our children are viewing nowadays. It saddens me because we have the choice to educate them and inspire them to see videos such as the Alice Herz-Sommer’s story. Otherwise, our children are learning to talk and communicate in the way that the iCARLY video is expressing. Trust me, you will be annoyed in less than one minute of watching it. (Please try to NOT click on the iCARLY SPOOF video. I know it’s hard because we are all indulgent on seeing a train wreck.)
So, let’s make a pact together and share the Alice Herz-Sommer story to as many of our friends and family as possible. Let’s get her video up to 1 million views together and inspire others to live a life with love and happiness without hate as she has lived for over 108 years – even during and after the holocaust.
Alice Herz-Sommer, you are my hero!
It’s hard for me to pinpoint one exact moment in my life where I felt was the most impactful transformation of all. This is due to the feeling that every little breath and every little action I take is impactful in its own way. Although this article is meant to show a transformation through yoga, I cannot divide my life into segments of before-and-after yoga since I profoundly feel that yoga has always been part of my existence even if I was unaware of it. Therefore, I would like to share a top five list of a series of events, not in chronological order, which then share my most profound feeling I’ve ever had; the moment I felt God or as we yogis would say, Purusha, blessed me and touched my heart.
5. Freshmen Year of High School (1994)
I started my high school years in the “cool” group with the more “attractive” guys and girls of the school. The guys were mostly the jocks and we always had something to do in the weekends because we were the ones throwing the parties. I’m sure you can all picture that group from your high school vividly. One day, near the middle of freshmen school year after winter break I was hanging out with two of my “girlfriends” in the quad deck. We were laughing although I don’t recall now what we were talking about. I had to leave to go to class and started walking away from them. They stayed because they had a free period – yes my school had free periods, which was awesome especially when you had the last three periods of the day off like I did senior year. Nevertheless, I started walking away and I turned around to make a funny face and I caught them talking badly about me behind my back with the typical rolling-of-the-eyes expression that you see in movies all the time depicting the “cool”, yet mean girls from high school. I turned back around and in that exact moment I remember making the decision to make new friends that weren’t two-faced regardless of how “uncool” the new ones might seem. I never looked back to those friends again. I felt confident in whom I was and what I had to offer at a very vulnerable age – especially as a freshmen in high school. Thank you bitchy, freshmen girls!
4. My First Yoga Class (1999)
A dear friend suggested I try yoga although I vehemently thought it was too slow and boring for me since I tended to be a type-A personality. But, he planted the seed. One day my mother was looking at the newspaper and she saw that there was a 108 year-old swami coming to teach a class at a local studio in South Beach. We both looked at each other and said, “What the heck?” It would be her first yoga class as well. We show up as amateurs to what clearly seems to be a more advanced group of yogis. We setup on one end as to not attract too much attention. We are just sitting there waiting with blank faces when we see two people holding up an old Indian man as he slowly walks into the classroom. They sit him down in a chair in front of the room facing us. He looks around the room and opens his mouth to start speaking. He begins drilling us and challenging us militantly and intensely. He was screaming at everyone in his Indian accent, but in a good way. He took no bullshit. I unconsciously understood his approach and I loved it. His name was Swami Bua. I loved every minute of the torture and I’m not a masochist. I was astonished at what this little man was asking us to do and how some people could actually do it! I went back the next day for more. He left his body in 2010, but in a very real sense he is still alive within me since he branded me with the blessing of yoga for life. Thank you, Swami Bua!
3. My Divorce (2007)
Clearly anyone’s divorce is a turning point in his/her life. This experience marked a very important time in my life. I was 27 years old and I was at a point where I needed to claim my life for my own. I deeply loved Bob (name changed to protect.) He is an amazing man. Even to this day, I will always be here for him whenever he needs me. Naturally, it was a difficult decision for me to make. It was the most beautiful and amicable divorce I have ever heard of. We willingly gave our things away to each other without a fight. We cared less about the physical belongings and more about our love and health. It was amazing! With that purity and true unconditional love we felt, there was room for me to transform something that seemed to be negative into something positive. Losing myself was not an option for my inner peace. In order to find myself again, I knew I needed to make the difficult choice of getting a divorce. This decision to choose myself first was imperative for my inner growth regardless of the consequences. I always have gratitude for all that I have learned from Bob. Thank you, Bobby!
2. Conducting My First Teacher Training (2008)
Shortly after my divorce I embarked on one of the projects that I had wanted to tackle for a while. It takes a lot of work, organization and vision to put together a production like a teacher training – writing the manual, piecing the lesson plans, deciding what books to use, etc. The most difficult part of the teacher training was feeling like I, as the teacher, was capable and ready to make new teachers, and then put them into the world as an embodiment of yoga, or at least something close to it. It was a huge responsibility and I can honestly admit that in the beginning I was nervous that I was unable to give knowledge and wisdom to those seeking it. The first training was intended to last three months. Since I just wanted to keep giving more information and share more pearls, it lasted almost six months. Luckily, the trainees weren’t complaining. They appreciated all the extra attention and love.
For me, teaching the training was my most lucid and present moment in my life. That is why I continue to teach it. I feel like I am exactly where I need to be in every moment of each training. No matter how tired Rina may be or whatever excuse Rina might have in her head, it doesn’t matter. It disappears and becomes insignificant. (Yes I am referring to myself in third person. Get over it.) Rina is able to merge into her purpose and become more and more connected to the source. It is one of the biggest blessings I receive from teaching the trainings. The first training marks the moment I decided to give up all the fears of failure, of rejection, or of being inadequate. I surrendered and trusted. Thank Purusha, I did!
1. My Serendipitous Encounter in India (2005)
During my first teacher training course in 2002, I stayed at an ashram in Florida for a month. I didn’t feel any deep connection with the teacher who was teaching me, but halfway through the training a Hindu man in what seemed to be his mid 30’s came to stay at the ashram. He didn’t speak much English, but from the moment I looked into his eyes, I knew that he knew something. I felt his wisdom and his love for all humanity. He was pure and sweet. He reminded me of Gandhi because he was constantly bowing with his hands in prayer and his eyes would light up like a child. He left the ashram and I never saw him again, but I never forgot his face or how I felt when I saw him.
Fast forward to 2006, when I go to India with a dear friend, Bob, with the intention to see the motherland of spirituality. We only had the first few days planned so we were being receptive to whatever was meant to come. As anyone who has been to India might tell you, it’s a love-hate relationship. After some difficult places we visited and an overall inability to communicate clearly with locals, we landed in Rishikesh, a foreigner’s dream.
Here’s the story: The first day we arrive I see a sign on a window of a travel agency that’s on the top of a hill that says “yoga classes.” There is a fork on the top of that hill, so I started walking to the right towards the sign. Bob started walking towards the left onto the main road. I suggested we go to the travel agency to find out when the yoga classes are being held in the city. He convinces me to check out the rest of the city on our own first and then we can stop and ask if we feel like it later. Of course, I decide to follow him since this was at a point in my life when I was less instinctual and more obedient to other’s expectations of me.
After wandering the city for several days, we get to the second to last day of our stay there and we pass by the same travel agency we saw the first day. I ask him, “Can we please go in here now?” And he agrees, because he figures that we might want to book an excursion or do something different than the previous days. We walk in and I notice it’s a combination travel agency and internet café. There is a man behind the main counter and there is a man in another room but he isn’t completely visible – he’s behind a desk. The man behind the counter helps us book our excursion for the following day.
We arrive the next morning and the man behind the counter, who apparently is not a guide, tells us that our guide got sick so he will have to be our guide for the day. He is the owner’s son who helps out with the business. During our drive, he tells us that his brother is also a yoga teacher. He’s worked at fancy hotels and he really made him sound like a super yogi who was quite busy and in demand. I mention I’d like to meet him one day. During our break we stop for lunch nearby the agency. He books a huge group of about 20 people to go white-water rafting, which of course, is great business for him. He asks us if we wouldn’t mind if we went back to the agency for a few minutes so he could finish the transaction for the large group. Naturally, we said it was ok. Bob went to the bank while I waited inside the agency. I sat in one of the chairs that were in front of a computer, but faced my chair towards the center of the agency. A man with his head down walks across me from left to right, then right to left, and then again from left to right. I am just watching him when all of a sudden I get the impulse to say, “Excuse me!” He is now standing in front of me and looks up. I look right into his eyes and it all just clicks in that moment. I clearly say in awe and disbelief, “Yogi Hari’s Ashram in Miramar, Florida, 2002!” His eyes light up and he exclaims “Yes!” And in that moment, I felt Purusha’s hand on my shoulder whispering into my heart, “You see? Magic is always around you! You just have to see it! I am everywhere.” And Purusha is.
This was the same man from my first teacher training whom I mentioned I would never forget his smile or his energy. He was also our guide’s brother whom he spoke of previously and whom I had said I wanted to meet one day. And he was also the man who was in the office the day before, but I couldn’t see him clearly behind his desk. I was obviously not meant to see him until that moment…
And that moment forever changed my understanding of the universe and of yoga.
In a country as crowded and over-populated as India, I happened to see the one man whom I never knew his name nor had a conversation with, but just felt.
In all honesty, when I arrived at Rishikesh I had the feeling I would see someone I knew, but to be even more honest I thought it would be a westerner or someone from home. This man, whose name is Bhagwat, is that someone I saw from home… Purusha’s home.
Thank you, Bhagwat and always Purusha!
“No special practice is necessary for God Realization, I see God everywhere. If God is not there, how do so many things happen?” “My contention is that sickness is sin… Don’t kill other animals, don’t make the belly as a burial ground. I teach hatha yoga, but I don’t subscribe to the idea that hatha yoga is a physical gymnastic exercise. ‘Restraint of the modifications of the mind’ [according to Patanjali] is yoga. Altogether there are eight limbs. Yama, moral restraints, is a step. When are you going to perfect your Yama? How many lives is it going to take? When are you going to perfect your Niyama, spiritual observances? When are you going to perfect your Pratyahara, drawing in the forces of the mind? It takes time.” – Swami Bua
Swami Bua was my first teacher and my first yoga class ever back in 2000.
Thank you, Swami Bua, for planting the seed of life into my heart and showing me my calling in life. Although I only took two classes from you and you were quite the drill sergeant, I felt you, without knowing that I felt you.
This is how powerful yoga truly is. We never know how one person might influence you or how you might influence one person just by meeting them once. Meeting new people is never casual and meaningless. Everyone has something to share, something to teach… the question is, are you willing and open enough to learn something new from someone who may seem like a “stranger”?
Keep your eyes, ears, arms and heart open…
During every yoga training I teach, there is always a confrontation with a very lucky or unlucky cockroach. We periodically meet in a room where it seems there is a colony of roaches within the walls that on occasion come out to say hi or to scare the crap out of us. And each year we have the same conversation related to ahimsa, nonharming, and is it really fair for us to take away a living thing’s life just because it grosses us out. Do we have the right to play God?
My stance is that I cannot kill them, but I still cannot go up to them and carry them out either. I usually choose to just let them run away. And, my claim to the trainees each year is that the day that I am able to calmly put one of them in my hand and carry them out of my house with love then I will know there’s been an internal shift within me. Whether you want to call it enlightenment or something else I don’t know because enlightenment has so many charged implications. Regardless, this action will be a sign that I’m evolving and experiencing nonattachment, and who knows what else. It will be a beautiful feeling though.
So, yesterday, I had an interesting and blessed situation. I was cooking in my house with a friend and we open the bottom cupboard to take out a pan. When I move the pan, a little cockroach is running around inside the bottom container below the pan. I jump and screech, “Cockroach!” Being that my friend was a man, and society clearly states that men are responsible for taking care of the cockroaches when women freak out, he manned up and carried the container outside. (He later admitted he was freaking out too.) He flipped the pan over and dropped him on my porch. But when the roach fell, he fell belly up. So the roach was lying on his back and I felt compassion for the little guy. I couldn’t just let him die. His legs were moving slower and slower and it was breaking my heart. And yes, since he was a smaller roach it probably made it easier for me to think he was cute instead of gross. So, I went outside and with my finger… YES MY FINGER, not a piece of paper or a stick - I flipped him over onto his feet and he happily ran away. I could feel his joy and it felt so fulfilling.
Then, I realized what I had done. HOLY SHIT! I just touched a roach and saved his life and didn’t freak out!! What does this mean? I don’t know what it means, but it felt darn good inside to see the roach as a living, breathing, suffering animal instead of a disgusting, slimy good-for-nothing beast that needs to be exterminated.
So, next time you see a roach in your house, take a second look at him/her and ask yourself, is he/she living? And should you be the one to take away his/her life? Maybe, but maybe not.
Yoga has taught me to love myself first as I am, with all my imperfections. So as I practice yoga on my mat, I make love with myself and with all that this universe embodies. I make love with gratitude towards my blessings. I embrace all that I am, as I am.
I explore the smallest inch in my body and the deepest breath from my lungs. I caress my skin with each inhale…and each exhale. My ujjayi warms my insides and makes my eyes float up ever so slightly as I feel the energy building. Beads of sweat kiss my face. Loose hairs tickle my neck. Body parts dance gracefully and rhythmically.
In the beginning, I tease myself with flirtatious movements that make my muscles peak with interest. During the practice, I am at a constant climax as I explore God’s play. But at the end, in the final surrender, I let go and give myself completely.
And yes, it’s sexy, sweet and sattvic.
A couple weeks ago I had the “F&*k-it! I-gotta-get-out-of-here” moment and the first place I thought of, or rather my intuition connected with, was New York City. In fact, it felt like I was being called by Mr. NYC himself and he was sounding like an angry boss saying, “Where the heck are you? You’re supposed to be up here!” So that’s exactly what I did. Within 48 hours I had my flight booked and my hotel reserved.
I will admit I had a few moments of hesitation. Although my heart was being pulled towards NYC, my head was convincing me that “New York is expensive, loud, busy and stressful. Why don’t you go to Biminy or to a beach somewhere close by? That would be much more logical.” But this trip wasn’t about being logical or strategic. It was about saying, “F#$k it! Let’s see what life has in store.”
All I had planned was where I was going to stay because as a single woman in New York traveling by herself, things could get a little dangerous if I just wandered around the city looking for somewhere to stay. Besides that safe decision, I chose to be fearless during this trip.
My itinerary was wake up in the morning, get dressed, go downstairs from the hotel and just start walking. Where to? I didn’t know. I would stand on a corner and ask myself, “left or right?” And then I might go straight instead. I just went where I was being called. And sometimes I was being called by friends or friends of friends whom I had never met and they would say, “hey let’s hang out” and I would just say “ok” or “no thanks” without issues of obligations. I would only use my intuition.
Whatever felt “right”, I did. Whatever felt “wrong”, I did too. I didn’t have a judgment of right or wrong. I didn’t discriminate. I just acted. I just lived. I met new people who led me to meet new people who led me to new places. I explored, observed and let myself just be.
One day, after it was time to leave Central Park, I was led straight to the Julliard School of Music! When I noticed where I had been led all I could do was smile and laugh. If you know how much I love music, then you’d know this was quite a treat for me. I was drawn to eat lunch right in front of the school and enjoy the elevated vibe I was sensing.
After lunch, a new friend I had made the day before sent me a text which read, “If you are free, join us for a movie.” With such a beautiful day outside, I didn’t want to be indoors, but the text clearly read, “If you are free…” And I am free – completely free, so I went. The movie sucked, but it didn’t matter. It was where I was supposed to be.
I didn’t worry about money. I didn’t worry about work. I didn’t worry about liking or disliking something. I didn’t worry about plans. I didn’t worry about what I looked like. That’s the beauty of New York! Nobody cares! So you can embrace all of your imperfections exactly as you are.
One night I had dinner with my cousin who was vehemently against my decision to come to NYC with the purpose of unwinding and relaxing. He urged me to go to a beach and disconnect from everything and everyone in order to really recharge my batteries. But, I urged him that that’s exactly what I was doing in New York.
My relationship with New York is a bit odd in that I get to be Yin to everyone’s Yang. I am usually the more intense, highly productive and driven person at home in Miami – the Yang element is quite dominant. But, in New York, since everyone is Yang, I get to relax and let other’s be stressed for me. It’s perfect!
I would walk along the streets almost in slow motion. Even though I was still walking gracefully with the crowd, I was not part of the crowd. I would use peripheral vision to be extra aware and observant.
There were so many colors. So many sounds. So many cultures. So many smells. So much of everything that the senses were celebrating life, while still not being attached to them. I was not attached to them because it made no difference what I was seeing, smelling, or feeling. It was all the same.
I was practicing having no desires although I clearly see the irony in wanting no desires…Since I wasn’t fazed by what food I wanted to eat or what I wanted to do, then I could experience and live the moment in its purest state without expectations. It was all a blessing.
I didn’t always stay in this desireless state. I would say I maintained it for about 80% of the time, but there were moments of relapsing into my old patterns. It takes time to master a new habit, especially when the old one is so conditioned and comfortable. In New York City though, it just clicked. Now my challenge was going to be maintaining this click in Miami, where I am the Yang to others’ Yin. I have made it a priority and a necessity since it has made my life more balanced and peaceful. These two weeks of just being, without attachments and without desires has made me understand that there’s no going back now. I am forever grateful for all the lessons I continue to learn.
Who’s ready for some Zen? NYC anyone?
So I had decided to stop posting because no one was posting with me. This is ideally a community collaborative effort. What incentive do you guys need in order to help us all share here together? Maybe you just like to read the posts and you BOOM on your own time but you don’t want to share. That’s cool. Maybe you don’t BOOM at all but enjoy the posts. That’s cool. Maybe you don’t read the posts and BOOM. That’s cool. (But you wouldn’t know it’s cool because you would be reading this post… haha!) Or maybe you don’t care either way. And that’s cool too! So, regardless, I will periodically be posting my BOOMS. Not every day like before but whenever it feels pertinent. If you want to post something please let me know… I will be happy to post on here for you and link it to your website/facebook/whatever you want.
So here goes… I boomed yesterday with my sister. It was great to inspire each other. Of course, my BOOM was restorative practice due to physical fatigue and a need to take care of myself in a gentle way. But it was definitely a sort of A.D.D. Yoga with distractions like my cat Apu watching our every move, spunky music, and my dog, Dino’s periodic farting episodes. Gotta love those stinky dog farts…
Thank you Tamay for igniting the BOOM in me again.
Namaste Jas’mine, Apu and Dino!
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