It seems like a World War out there, but it is not people of some countries fighting people of other countries, and there are no bombs or guns, no fighter aircraft, no trenches. It is the whole of the terrified human population fighting an invisible, silent, microscopic virus.
At every level we are being tested like never before, and nations are locking themselves down to shut out the spread of the disease.
Human beings have been around for thousands of years, and fought and survived incredibly difficult circumstances. They have thrived, in spite of, maybe because of those difficult times.
Yoga and Ayurveda and traditional sciences are testimonials to man’s wisdom collected over so many experiences over the millennia. They cull out the essential...
Health is wealth. Peace of mind is happiness. Yoga shows the way.
Greetings at the onset of a brand new year!
When does a new year begin?
When do we actually say Happy New Year?
To think about it, does New Year happen only on 1 January every year?
I took some time out to reflect on this whole idea of a new year, and came up with some thoughts. Here they are.
In the deep, dark forests of the Amazon and in the unexplored wilderness of Africa, the onset of the rains, or the first blossoms on fruit trees might herald a new season, and therefore the start of a new year. That could be at any time of the year, not specifically 1 January, of course.
If you lived in China, it can be a bit confusing, because there they follow the lunisolar calen...
It is cold, I am somehow feeling really cold, as the evening sets in and the winter darkness quickly envelopes everything. I have just finished a disturbing text conversation with someone, and I am very upset, and miserable. And cold.
Harish is teaching the class tonight, and eventhough I have a couple of people to meet and counsel about their well-being, I am not in a mood for anything, not even to practice. Usually, helping people find a way is therapeutic for me, but so close to an upset, and feeling as cold as I am, I cannot thaw out.
I step into the class, my mind and body in a state of trauma.
I am in a miserable world of my own. Mostly I am talking to myself and cannot hear Harish giving instructions. The initial part of the class, the openi...
Ever since I started practicing yoga at the Sivananda Yoga Vedanta Centre in Delhi, I have felt the hidden hand of a guru holding mine, and walking me through the minefield of life.
We have different words for something like this.
I could call it luck, which brought me to this kind of yoga practice.
Sometimes I would call it destiny.
At other times I would say it is instinctive wisdom, or an inherent fear, or some pain and stress which made me find the Sivananda Centre.
To be honest, I do not really know how I started practicing this special brand of yoga, how I became a Sivananda teacher, and how I spent all this time doing just one kind of sadhana, doing just one form exe...