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Corrections


After a very long and busy week I am back.
Summer down here is as I have already described a heavy working period for us. The work load in this tourist paradise is incredibly disporportionate, the quiet winter months providing plenty of time for writing whereas the summer and it's heavy influx of travelling yogis from around the globe, keeps me too busy to keep up with the blog. I hope I can still put together a couple of entries every week, but there will be some of those double and triple booked weeks now in high season, where I will be happy to just find some time for my precious savasanas...so, apologies for me having overestimated my time and ability, I'll keep the words coming as much as I can.

We had a wonderful retreat last week. Beautiful people, a wonderful environment and deliscious food, all glued together with yoga. Very satisfying.
The last day of our retreat we spoke at breakfast about the state of the world, how it is sometimes so frustrating to watch some of the events that are happening in the world, how scary that feels and also how sad one gets seeing not only the decisions taken by those on top, but also the passive way we all just silently agree to the madness. Spoke about how disconcerting it was to see that in some matters the madness doesn't diminish as we evolve but seem to incrementally increase, to the point where we're facing the very real risk of extintion.

And then asI left the retreat and opened my virtual windowto the world I saw the White house, dressed in the colors of the rainbow...Wow!

I shed a few tears of happiness, not just for how wonderful this symbolic gesture must be for lovers everywhere, but also for how in the midst of doom, gloom and plain stupidity, there are still moments when the unexpected happens and my guard drops. Did not think that was going to happen in my lifetime, that the presidential palace of perhaps not the most powerful but definitely the most influential nation on earth shows it's support for equality and love in such a bold celebration, did not see that one coming.
Placed all those apprehensive feelings I in recent times have felt right back in their more appropriatley neutral corner and it felt like a friendly hand being extended from beyond, like a very welcome wink.

Made me think about that good old zen story of the man and the horse and son...

'There once was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his only horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"Maybe," the farmer replied.
The next week the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.
"Maybe," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
"Maybe," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
"Maybe," said the farmer.'

In all that passes there is always an open proposition at the end, not happy nor sad, just an open maybe that sets the stage for a sequel. And maybe it is so that this move from the States in all it's glory by it's passing, is an opening for close mindness and prejudice to tighten it's reigns in other aspects of the country, or for the indoctrination of idiocy in other parts of the world to become even more idiotic, which in another turn of the wheel will give birth to compassion prevailing elselwhere and in other arenas. Without wrong there is no right, without the bad, our good would not feel so good. The incorrect is needed in order for us to experience that great relief when things are corrected.
So maybe the Euro/Greece crisis is nedded in order for us to find some kind of more correct estimate of our ability to cooperate and agree beyond borders and cultural behaviour, maybe the abuse found in all areas of life by being, is our invitation to actively step up and become those who made a difference. And slowly all those growing pains we experience as we evolve towards the open proposition that is our future will hopefully make more and more sense as our minds becomes more panoramically aware and we are able to see how it all ties together and creates the whole. Everything needed, all being perfect just the way it is. Maybe.

On a micro scale what I feel when writing this entry is that relief of correction. To correct my assumption about my ability, allows me to instead of feeling guilty and shorthanded when not being able to produce what I set out to do, to feel lighter as the burden of that erroneous assumption is admitted to and corrected. And when I press the 'post' button, I can already now feel how some of the tighness in my mind is released.
That relief of correction, so gracefully provided by the incorrect.

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