Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments...

and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness...says American self-help writer, philosopher, and spiritual teacher, Guy Finley.

I can actually hear your mind working..."Blah, blah, blah...here she goes again. Another one of her up her own bottom posts. Sometimes thinking too much just ain't a good idea." (Or you might say "just isn't a good idea" if you adhere to The Queen's English.)

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Yes, when attached to a hot air balloon with your hair on fire, letting go is a Good Idea.

So - my week: Monday nights - Creating Happiness seminar - Landmark Education. Tuesday nights - meditation in the New Kadampa Buddhist tradition, Wednesday nights - yoga in the Pranava tradition. Not surprising I'm up my own bottom, and at least now, with all the stretching, I can reach.



 I think these guys have all been talking to each other because at the moment we're exploring the same thing from three different angles - pragmatic, spiritual and physical, I suppose you could say.


Mindfulness. Being with whatever emotions flit or stagger in an ungainly fashion through our minds. Letting go of attachments.

How sorted will I be, after all this?


Tuesday, 22 January 2013

“Yoga is the cessation of the movements of the mind."

...which all goes to show, Patanjali, that although I GO to yoga I'm not yet a master (mistress?) of the art.

(Actually, I'm quite strong and flexible but not very good at balancing - which just about sums me up.)

Here are the thoughts that were chasing around my mind last night:

I wish that woman would stop cracking jokes and making smart remarks. HONESTLY...I've come here to meditate not listen to a lame version of Live At The Apollo...GRRRRRRR.


Oh good grief, I didn't realise Roly had been asleep on my blanket, I'm sure everyone in the entire room will be able to smell damp doggy smells.



And, worst of all...I think it was a mistake having those baked beans for lunch as I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to stop myself from...


Ohhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!