Monthly Archives: November 2012

Home on my mind…

I have no idea what to title this post…maybe because I don’t really know what I am going to write about either. It’s a full moon day here, and the energy is definitely weird…or at least I feel weird. I have 10 days left in Mysore…so 8 practices left with Sharath. I was thinking that I would be really, really sad to be leaving, but I am very at peace with it. In fact, I’m really looking forward to going home. BUT definitely not wishing time away by any means. I know a month from now ill be wishing I was sitting in my favorite spot on my rooftop reading in the warm breeze, so no taking my time left here for granted. Ivana, one of my best friends that I made here, left on Monday. It was emotional but I just have this feeling she will always be apart of my life. I feel so lucky to have met her, whether she knows it or not, she taught me so many things, she was like the big sister I never had.

As far as asana practice goes, things are certainly moving along and I am definitely sore from the new postures, but a good sore haha! I am humbled everyday by my practice and will never take my mat time for granted.

I am sitting down with Sharath this week to ask him a few things, but now it doesn’t seem like I have very much to ask now. While I was reading “Guruji”, I had a bazillion questions but now it seems like they have been answered or I just have faith that they will be. And they probably weren’t ones he could answer anyway. I do still have a few practical ones to ask that aren’t so deep and philosophical.

Anyway, I am definitely ready to get back into the swing of my life back home and excited for what’s in store. I’m also nervous for the new adventures that are coming, but I feel ready. I’m especially nervous about my practice, about keeping it up. Right now I can’t imagine not starting my day on my mat but its much easier to say that here when your day revolves around your asana practice. But I also know the consequences of NOT having a practice, and I am not even gonna go there. It all keeps coming back to faith (and a little discipline), having faith in myself, practice, and God.

I cannot WAIT to see my family and friends, my bed, and to drink straight from the tap lol. Going to take it easy today in this weird energy, relax with a good book, enjoy the sunshine and 85 degree weather, and register for classes 🙂 xo


Giving thanks

Wanted to post something short, sweet, and simple.

This is the first time ever that I have not been with my family and friends for thanksgiving, but I have so so much to be grateful for!

I am thankful for my brother, Jonathan, who without his trust for fronting me fourteen hundred dollars I would not be here in Mysore. I love you so much, so lucky to have a big brother who can be such an incredible role model.

I am thankful for my parents. It’s been quite an emotional roller coaster, but your unconditional love and support never faltered, thank you.

The rest of my family, you support and love never goes unnoticed and I am so thankful to be loved by so many people. The feeling is mutual!

To my very best friends, whether or not you agree with all of my spontaneous choices, words cannot not describe my love and gratitude for you girls. Our friendships are rare, and I will never take you for granted. EVER.

To Marcia, who opened this door, that has forever changed my life. For never giving up on me and for accepting me as me. You are one of the most inspiring and loving people I know.

And to everyone else who has been apart of my journey, the good and bad, you have helped shaped me and have put me in the place I am today. Especially for those of you who I have met here in Mysore. And for that I say thank you.

Lastly, I am thankful for my body. Thankful for the sweat and tears it has produced for me to heal here in India. Thankful for the twists, jump throughs, and bends it can do. I am thankful that it has put up with the abuse I have given it over the years, and that it is still here with me today, stronger than ever.

I Am thankful for today, tomorrow, and everyday. Love to you all, hope your day is filled with good food and even better people.


What about me??

Two weeks have come and gone, so it’s probably time for another blog post. If I had stuck to my original plans I would have been leaving today…I am so thankful that I was in a position to stay longer. I definitely know now that it would have been way too soon to come back home.

I have been reading the book called “Guruji” by Guy Donahaye and Eddie Stern. It’s a book about Pattabhi Jois portrayed through interview with his senior students and his family members. It’s really extraordinary and inspiring, but has brought up so many questions. It makes me think so much to the point that I can’t read it before bed or else I won’t sleep. Each interview starts with the question “how did you get into yoga?”, and it’s really cool to hear that they all started from scratch. That these incredible teachers and practitioners weren’t born with these super strong and flexible bodies, they started just like we did. But with all different reasons and intentions. Especially his first students, David Williams, Nancy Gilgoff, David Swenson, Tim Miller, ect…, had this extraordinarily intimate connection and relationship with Guruji. Like super hands on, one on one kind of relationship. They talked about how they each had this special connection with him, each one was different. Reading all these stories I found myself getting straight up envious of them, to the point that I was convinced I was born in the wrong decade. Like why couldn’t I have been 21 in the 70’s, living in Encinitas California, and bff’s with the Swenson brothers?? The more I read the more distant I was feeling from Sharath, and having that teacher-student relationship.

When I got to Sharath’s interview, he talked a lot about the importance of the “teacher-student” relationship, they call it “parampara”. The tradition of a teacher passing down there knowledge to their student, and so on. He spoke of the importance of having a guru to give you the tools to grow as a student and into a teacher. But he explains that the teacher doesn’t hold your hand the whole way, he just gives you the road map and let’s you go, and experience it yourself. But will be there when questions come up. So while I’m reading this I start thinking about Sharath as my teacher. I’m still very new to this practice. It’s only been a year and a half that I was formally introduced and only 4 months since I have had a daily practice. Coming here I didn’t have a true teacher, I don’t really have access to one. But now after being here for a month, I have taken Sharath to be my teacher…along with the other 150+ students here. Until I started reading this book, it never occurred to me that Sharath probably doesn’t know my name. And that just isn’t okay with me. Where do I fit in this parampara tradition? Is it possible? How can I have a connection deeper than him helping me grab my ankles in backbends everyday?? I want a teacher not really just to help me progress in my asana practice, but also to give me the tools for my spiritual practice…the bigger side of yoga. Because I’ve learned that that is what I have been lacking this entire time, even before getting to Mysore. I needed to re-establish my connection with God, or the Source, as they call it in the book. I have the opportunity to sit down one on one with Sharath coming up, so I’m just going to be completely honest with him and tell him how I have been feeling.

With this realization, I have to decided to just let go of my attachment to my asana practice. When I am on my mat for those two hours I will work hard, breath, and turn inward. But the second I roll up my mat I will let go of the fact that I still cannot get into supta kurmasana by myself or that I’m still struggling with my balance in Pasasana. And have faith in the practice, my teacher, God, and most importantly myself that it will all come when it is time. And When I walk through the shala doors to leave that I start the REAL practice. Being a better person, compassionate to myself and others, no judging myself and others. The yamas and niyamas. I see people 30+ years older than me here who are beginners and some who are in 3rd series, and it reminds me how blessed I am to have found this practice at 20/21 years old. That I have this incredible tool, Ashtanga yoga, to help me through my daily life, stresses, relationships, school, work, Ect. I am grateful.

So have been doing a lot of soul searching, cleaning up, and moving on in the last two weeks. It’s been tough, and extremely emotional. But I know that this is all just a part of my story, my experience that i hope one day I can share. I am ready for whatever this last month here in India will bring, but I will still wake up everyday to be here and excited to get on my mat. I’m also so lucky for the friendships I have made here and that I have been able to express my emotions and frustrations to them along the way. I will forever cherish them.

So I have exactly 4 more weeks here, and though I do miss my family,friends, bed, and washer machine dearly, I would never wish this time away. Love to all my readers. Xoxox