azi vine la un moment dat asana teacherul spre mine, ne ceruse sa intram in Parivrtta Trikonasana si imi zice “your all poses are good, you know”… desi la inceput pare un pic spicy for the ego.. am inteles insa ca mi-a spus asta doar sa continui cu devotamentul si intensitatea de pana acum..

fata de anul trecut, multi dintre colegii mei stiu sa cred ca intra corect in posturi, dar teacherul in saptamana asta introductiva nu a vrut sa se lege prea mult la cap cu corectii personale, asa ca daca un numar semnificativ nu faceam corect.. repetam sub indicatile “now i show you correct position”.. atitudine care noah poate actiona ciudat… nestiind cat drecorect sau aproape ai fost tu.. asa ca aceste picaturi de cuvinte sunt de apreciat precum sunt si un semnal ca asta este minimul ce-l astept de la tine..

maine am o zi libera si am sa scriu mai mult despre punctele focus din aceasta saptamana.. exercitii aparent usoare ce pot fi executate de oricine.. dar care cu intensitatea si prezenta necesara ajung technici sau momente in yoga..

enjoy 😉

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Am dormit tun pe drumul spre budapesta. Cum am pornit facusem un checkin si o reincarare de pe telefon.. apelul de spus noapte buna in imparatie si inclinand bine scaunul pe spate nu m-am mai ridicat decat la aeroport.
Aveam doar mici intrebari daca o sa-mi recunsca barba din pasaport cand am trecut vama, in rest nici o pozitie nu s-a dovedit nici inconfortabila nici traumatizanta pentru somn – sa fi descoperit niste noi asane? :)))

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Plutesc in ceva liniste.. cum am gasi-o in fiecare dimineata.. cand nimic din ce urmeaza, din ceea ce speculez ca ar putea urma, nu ar face ziua nici mai amara nici mai dulce.. ca si cum ceea ce simt acum.. e indeajuns incat sa ma poarte si sa-mi pastreze un zambet bland, calm…

The EGO – RABINDRANATH TAGORE (1861-1941)

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this
me in the dark?
….
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
….
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
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He adds his loud voice to every word I utter.
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He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
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but I… I am ASHAMED! to come to thy door… in his company.

Cookie Thief

(Because sometimes we’re so full of ourselves, that we think we’re always right)

A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gusty “cookie thief” diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken his eye!”

With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he’d do.
with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, “Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he’s also so rude,
Why, he didn’t even show any gratitude!”

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the “thieving ingrate”.

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!

“If mine are here,” she moaned with despair.
“Then the others were his and he tried to share!”
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!!