I am presently in re-assessment mode and busy with finding my grounding, caught among the moving sands of our yoga communities state of affairs and our teachers challenged credibility (put at stake by recent revelations and questionable standard moves and acknowledgements.)
Yes, Mysore Berlin is closed. We had our last led class and community potluck in our now beautiful garden yesterday.
I have received so many requests for explaining the reasons that took me to close the program that I feel more than informal conversations with our present student community is needed.
New moon rest today got me first to better assess the new garden slowly growing outside our shala. We started by only planting grass a couple of months ago, just to cover the good but still naked soil that had been brought.
I’d like to share a few thoughts about the practice and our awareness of life as being in an endless state of change, and how the former can help the latter and help us navigate life and better deal with sufference as an inevitable byproduct of living. Not to leave pleasure – the opposite of an unpleasant experience or sufferance – out of the picture, but because we tend to be more at ease with the latter than with when we suffer. Only when pleasure fades away and pain inevitably comes back are we usually reminded of how they are both linked to each other and how each other is indispensable for the experiencing of both.
I found yoga, or better yoga found me, sixteen years ago in 1999. I was already thirty-eight years old by then, was living in an international community in South India called Auroville and felt like I had already had more than one life. My life did not definitely evolve in a linear or smooth unfolding of progressive events predictably leading one to the next, but had rather often taken sudden turns or unfolded on dirt tracks. I never lost my sense of direction, but oftentimes felt the challenges were big enough to scare me.