Otherwise I wouldn’t be here – Mysore Reflections…

So after my practice today I got this longing feeling to be back in Mysore soon. Instead of practicing at home this morning I was in the Yoga Shala. I love the space which feels much more special or sacred in a way, since it’s the only purpose of the space to serve as a practice room. At home the „sacred space“ serves as well as a passway from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the couch to the balcony… However, even though I feel less distracted there it’s such a different feeling to be in the Shala with your mat alone, feeling almost lost in this huge field of empty squaremeters where I can listen to noone else’s breath but mine. Especially during those times of teaching, when there is absolute silence and only the rhythmic sound of many students breath is noticeable. Usually I am so present with my students that I just feel as part of the whole scenario. But I admit, there are times, when I get a little bit jealous and long for just being part of „the breath“. So this is the time when I can’t think of anything else than being in a Mysore room myself again. Which led me to pull out my India/Mysore journal of the bookshelf to reminisce about my experiences there… and stop on 14th December 2014, exactly 4 months ago. I was sitting in my all time favourite breakfast place in Gokulam, Mysore, at Santosha Cafe, eating the most delicious ragi pancake with hummus, tomato and spinach, and listening to a wonderful playlist of the owner Arun, in the background. So for myself and for you as well, I’d like to share „my morning“ of this day, according to my journal. There might be some song titles thrown in, that where playing while writing…

Happy… for my way of thinking. Steely Dan – Rikki don’t lose that number. I am free… I am flexible… Having a good talk with a friend sitting next to me who states: „There are three types of people: 1) The „housewives“… the ones who stay at home, are happy with that and don’t need so much to change…explore… move on…. 2) The „dreamers“… the ones who would like to do… who have a bunch of dreams, ideas, wishes,… but don’t start to „do“… Free – All Right Now. and 3) The „travellers“, „liver’s“, „adventurers“… who transform, change, move on, seek for the new, the unknown, who know they have a second family around the whole world, away from home.“ Having that said and reflecting on what group we „obviously“ belong to (being in a small place in Soutindia for several weeks or months) the friend carried on „We are the lucky ones, I guess.“ A big smile is appearing on my face…Boston – More than a feeling. And yes, I am quite happy to feel like and decide to be one of the 3rd kind… Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. In Mysore. Right now. Without a job. With a job. Whatever. Without my boyfriend for two months. Without knowing what comes net. Whatever. NOW I am HERE. How exciting that is. It’s transformation time. It will be something NEW. Next chapter. I like change and I need change. I need transformation, creativity. I like to live my dream. It all started 6 years ago… My life of change. My life of growth. Of exploration. Of new terrain. Sometimes you can only know afterwards of how big importance a certain thing has been. Over time I realize more & more, again & again, what a milestone of my life my „Worldtravel“ in 2008/09 has been. John Lennon – Instant Karma. After which my life changed. My way of thinking changed. To the better. My mind got flexible. My body started and experienced Yoga. My soul found Love. Animals – House of the Rising Sun.