Sunday, July 28, 2013

My week with Pandiji

It has begun.. My new teacher has invited me on what I know is a new pathway of study. Only going deeper into what I know as my true Self..my heart. I have longed for a long time to be reminded that the intellect can only go so far. The only way to experience the incredible gift of one 's illuminated soul is through the space of the heart. And I found a joyous soul to remind me.

Having completed my six year commitment to be a certified yoga therapist, I returned to my teaching with vast wealth of information. It has taken a full year to process, digest, assimilate and be able to finally feel ready to just live it. It was a much bigger undertaking of effort and commitment than I ever could have imagine and it left me exhausted and depleted when the huge scandal unfolded while I was in India. As many might know, my teacher, T.K. Deskichar's son, Kausthaub, left the KYM because of horrible emotional and sexual abuse allegations. I was in India witnessing most of the upheaval and so I can speak from direct perspective. I had known for years that he was moving further away from an authentic light and I would not collude in his devious need for control. Because of that, I was often punished by being ignored, and shamed with rudeness. I left India, having honored my agreement yet empty and sad that the beauty of my Faith and my huge effort was never appreciated. I am forever grateful for the vast knowledge of this linage and proud of my accomplished work. But my heart had experienced deep betrayal and was grieving.

In March, my dear friend and teacher, Rod Stryker shared with me that I should meet Pandit, the Dir. of the Himalayan Institute and that he would request a meeting for me. Flash forward to June..and for the first time in six years, Pandit was coming to Naperville to visit all of the students that he has touched. How sweet to think I arrived in Naperville in 1995 and it was my first home in the Mid West!! Now, I would finally meet this lovely man in my own neighborhood! What a gift to share a five hour India meal with all his devoted students and to be suddenly included in this loving group. After sitting privately with him, and sharing my deep grief of the past few years, he invited me to partake in this auspicious week of teachings in the deeper wisdom of Tantric study.
So now, I sit trying to put together this sequence of events and digest the awe of my state of being. I am so blessed..and appreciate of all the events that have led to this moment of being here NOW.
I asked to get back to the joy, the wonder, the sweetness of the heart. I have all the information but I want to sing the heart's music of what I know is just love. I want to re-connect to the laughter, the desire of excitement, passion..all the juice that I dance to and share with my huge force of enthusiasm. I know this is my gift and I need to re-nourish the spark that lights up my true illuminated Self.

Always the gift is in sharing these brilliant tools with my students. I get excited knowing that through the heart we heal more, love more, and have more joy in our daily lives. The gateway is found through the direction of the breath..nourishing the organic shakti that rides on the breath and directing the sensation of this current into the vast space of the mind. thus freeing it from angst, tension, doubt, worry and profound grief. To just ride the flow of peace and to be in the presence of one's divine light. I have touched, tasted and now remember that this is my yoga!! The memory has been restored and how delicious that it is all so simple!! Just relax into the letting go...the only way is just fall into the practice and embrace the beauty that language cannot describe!! Love.
Turning our senses to beauty and the glorious nature of creation, provides a nourishing environment for our "dream seeds" to thrive. Just for today, open your gaze and let yourself be amazed. At the infinite ways love is expressed in the world. Know this is a simple reflection of the beauty you are and always will BE.

I will share on my next blog the incredible one on one meeting I had with Pandiji and the gift he gave me.

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Friday, July 19, 2013

Pausing for reflection..before the doorway..

Life moves forward..life is movement and just like the walkway at the airport..one better be prepared to move quickly or be pushed aside by impatient travelers. Once on the walkway one can stand to the side and allow the movement to take you on the forward ride..one could struggle to turn around and go backward..but to accept the ride is to let go of resistance. Today, I want to move slowly and linger in the taste of memory as life moves forward. My mom got off the walkway of life and time has a habit of moving but my heart wants to pause and hit rewind on the remote..Today, I am returning to my parents house, a home they built together in their 61 years of marriage. A life filled with a of collection of great stuff., My mother was never a hoarder, she was however the proud record keeper of my life. My history,my story is in that home which tomorrow I will start dismantling and packing up the memories as we move my dad out. Mom saved everything. In all her dresser drawers, she saved the moments of my life. Since I spent so many years as the gypsy moth fluttering from place to place, brilliant in letting go and traveling light. But my sweet mother held together the stable roots of my existence by being the home base of my soul. I could land into her warm and comforting arms and she would also say, "Laura Jane, ( in that rich southern drawl), you can always come home to rest". And that is what I did. Every time, I needed to withdraw from the hectic "Vata" pace of my "doing" mind, I would fall into the comfort of my parents haven in the woods of Conn. There I was only "daughter", I could dance into the rhythm of my heart and listen to the comfort of just being. I am grieving today; life moves forward and must move on. Dad is going into his new home, an assisted living facility, and the moving company will arrive and take the needed furniture..but what to do with all the sweet cards, momentous pictures, books with underlined pencil marks highlighting what my mother felt important..and what to do with my soul that is loosing the only childhood roots that keep me tied to the East Coast? Sweet rich memories that I am forever grateful to have lived!
I wrote that post last Dec. and never mailed it..this past June, we sold the house. Today, some of those lasting treasures are in my own home ..my daughter might want them one day, but I doubt it, since value changes with attachment..for me, they are a daily reminder of my gentle mom saying to me.."slow down, Laura Jane, life is moving too fast..enjoy the beauty." Things are just things..but we give meaning to them..I am forever blessed to hold only the appreciation..the gripping does not serve..and the gift of letting go is to welcome my new beginning!! A new doorway is being presented and I am entering NOW. I will be sharing in future posts this week.
Blessings and be gentle with your hearts for life is always moving us forward. And letting go is tough work for the mind! We must relax more, release the grip and just keep the hearts open!

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Location:Airport..on the walkway of life