worlds most boring blog

I can’t believe how boring my posts have become.
They are not witty, amusing, serious or intelligent, just boring.
I need to go away and think about things.

I saw a quote recently, “Blessed are the cracked for they shall let in the light” (Groucho Marx). I think that is profound. I think Leonard Cohen must know that quote because in Anthem he sings,

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
worlds most boring blog

Listening to learn

I returned from the IYTA World Yoga Convention ‘Re-Union in Yoga’ after a full three days devoted to Yoga – starting at 6.45AM. Each day began with asana practice – and I learned some fabulous yoga asana to pass on to my students.

Listening

Most of the day was taken up with lectures given by the keynote speaker, Yogacharya Dr. Ananda Balayogi. Hearing the teachings once again brings a greater understanding. I find it fascinating that, each time I am exposed to this philosophy, my insights are different, possibly deeper? I believe that life experience is the catalyst to grasping the meanings. Topics included, Prana, the catalyst of re-union, Mantras, Integrative aspects of Yoga practice and many more.

Swami Gitananda Giri

Yogacharya Dr. Ananda Balayogi Bhavanani is a medical doctor as was his father, Swami Gitananda Giri aka The Lion of Pondicherry.
Dr. Swami Gitandanda was placed in his samadhi shrine at Sri Kambliswamy Madam, Pondicherry, on December 30th, 1993 age 87.  I love it that his mother was Irish!


Accompanying Dr. Ananda, his wife, Yogacharini Meenakshi Devi Bhavanani, participated in the convention.  At the banquet, Yogacharini Meenakshi Devi Bhavanani danced and Dr. Ananda sang. This was a special Carnatic concert. I had never heard Carnatic music before and was mesmerised, or should I say, the music is mesmerising.

Where does this place me now?  I’m working on committing to a schedule to write more frequently (not necessarily on this blog) and spend more time on the TYS course – without which background I feel I would have struggled with some of the concepts presented at the convention. I realised that my approach to the TYS course has probably been too academic and I need to bring myself in more consciously – difficult for me as the academy is so entrenched. I believe it is important to take the time to immerse in yoga, in as many of the ‘limbs‘ as possible. Although I returned with a shocking cold, I felt cleared and recharged.

Finally, I have to include this photo of my dear friend and yoga colleague, Gail M. I took it at the banquet – by lucky chance!

Listening to learn

A visit to the musuem

A Day in Pompeii is just about coming to an end at the Western Australian Museum. I ventured into the city centre to view the exhibition. I decided to catch the bus and then the train so I didn’t have to worry about parking.

I’m not good in crowds at the best of times and the exhibition was packed – mainly unruly school children – youths. The teachers in charge were yelling to the point of hoarseness and eventually most of the kids settled down.

The exhibition space was darkened and cave-like, all of which fed my claustrophobic tendencies. Nevertheless, I moved through and inspected the exhibits, dodging large school-boys who seemed to be intent on smashing something, anything. As a result, I didn’t spend as long in the exhibition as I would’ve liked.

The sunlight was bright outside and I was happy to go to the Art Gallery Cafe for coffee and lunch. I used to work at the gallery and it was a good feeling to revisit and reconnect.

The trip home was going really well until the bus detoured to pick up school children from the local high school. I must’ve had my ‘school-kid’ attracting perfume on! It seemed I couldn’t avoid loud, rude, cheeky youths (male and female). In the event, the bus driver had to stop the bus and scold the main trouble makers. “I’ll report you!” he said. To which they replied, “to whom!” So that was a bit of wasted effort. Imagine being a bus driver and drawing the short-straw of the school run!

I got out of the bus well before my stop and forgot to swipe my token, so happy was I to get out and into the quiet streets of our area. I may venture into the city again when I’m feeling brave – and I see there is a fascinating art exhibition coming up at the Art Gallery in October, Peggy Guggenheim, A Collection in Venice, but I’ll make sure I don’t come home when school is due out!

A visit to the musuem