Yoga in Hungary
Something is different. Something is different in Hungary. I left the country more than 20 years ago, but I have been coming back regularly. Sometimes tree times a year. Why? Because I desperately want to understand all the WHYs in my life here, and I also want to give the history about myself to my children. Sometimes I could find broken pieces which I mend, and sometimes I needed to replace memories with some new ones. Happier ones. But this trip was different. It wasn’t because I traveled with our children. I have done that already. It wasn’t because I chose to not go to lake Balaton and my hometown - I spent all my time in Budapest without even leaving the city. But this time the country was … just…empty. There were more people without homes, living in parks and there were more tourists. I heard English, Finnish, Swedish, French and Japanese but I barely heard Hungarian. I could eat sushi, hamburgers, Thai and Italian food but it was hard to find good Hungarian pörkölt.
Now I am sitting at the airport’s busy corridor, on the cold floor, my hair is still wet from our last visit to Széchenyi Spa, and I want to cry. But you are right, I should speak about yoga and not some personal nationality feelings. But sometimes you need to cry to release and to make place to something bigger.
So yes, I found a wonderful yoga place called BinduSar Yoga School of India. I had a very well grounded practice with a fantastic teacher. I wanted to speak more with the teacher but I didn’t hade time for that. It was a well-grounded Hatha yoga sequence and I was so amazed about to hear Hungarian worlds instead of English. The words went directly in to my body. This is the power of your own language. I continued my yoga education with a Iyengar book in Hungarian and I got more understanding for the chakra system with those sweet words, on a rooftop in our apartment in the city center. But I was still lost, in my own home. I went to Szent István basilica (St Stephens Church) to find some piece.
I was sitting in the bench, in my meditation and tried to not hear the quiet noise of that the the tons of tourist made around me. I wanted to listen and see what happens with me when I can breathe and concentrate on my nothingness in this place of history and beauty. One meaning come to my mind over and over again: “Bizz az útban amin mész” meaning “Trust your path”. But how to trust when you don’t know it is right? My teacher Alan said: “Your path is right when you can walk easily.” And I can admit that I walk in my life easier than ever and I am grateful for everything I have. It wasn’t easy all the time - ask my therapist -but I found my way. But how about my country? Does my country listen to it own soul? Let us hope and let us do some more yoga…. maybe in the front of basilica. With all of us to find our own truth.
Next time I am back in Sweden. Again.